Thursday, 4 June, 2009

The death of betrayal

You say you have nothing left to offer,
But you’ve given me a gift I greatly oblige,
The gift of betrayal, the gift to suffer
The One you’ve conspired with expertise

I’m beginning to remain often distressed
My tears have washed my heart in blood
Deception unbearable, my soul has caressed
Perhaps, I’ll dwell in forever’s teary flood

You rejoice at the cost of my devastation
Repeat your game in a whole new way
How many more preys, and excuses shall rain?
The death of betrayal shall surface someday