Betrayals…

I realized that all of my trust was misplaced,

and all of your words were arsenic laced.

I despaired at the darkness and prayed to the birds.

I know they can’t hear me, but feel better saying the words.

You had tricks up your sleeves and played me so well,

you think I don’t see, but I always can tell.

I’ve been blind before, but I don’t make the same mistakes twice.

Even if I wanted to, it’s at too high a price…

I hate the way you give me what’s not good enough for you.

It’s the same old story, but that’s not what I’m due.

I’m going down in flames, in anger, in hate,

with a fiery bloodlust no massacre can sate.

You won’t beg forgiveness and I’ll just look away,

nothing will happen, we’ll have nothing to say.

The things that you do make me hate all the more,

the hypocrites and optimists, the virgins, the whores.

I know we’re the same, but you never do see.

I stopped being able to tell if you were looking out for me.

Oh, it hurts so bad and bleeds so good,

you’re making me do things I know that I should.

I really shouldn’t, but who’s to judge?

Other that everyone; and to them I begrudge.

I’ll have the upper hand forever.

The ability to remain detached and sever.

I want to give it all up, myself and my name,

but you have to know I would have done exactly the same