The Weak And The Wounded

The end begins.

I can't escape

as it pulls me further into anesthesia.

tear down my sense of conviction.

corrupt my soul.

the end begins.

in my eyes.

in my heart.

I have laid upon a deadman's bed,

only to fall into a trap of lies and seduction that rivals the greatest sense of love.

play it back

until the voice becomes just a sound.

penetrate my mind with all these images of you.

I have given up an angel's kiss.

only to break apart your path of trust and burn myself down.

struggle to the end;

I scare myself.

I'd give it all to have it back.

I could have had it all in front of you all by myself.

love in my eyes,

lust in my heart.

I made it all up.

lies, deceit empowers me,

so it ends.