Background noise, is all that I've become;
Draw the connection.
Your deceit and my decay, are linked
Lovers on an anniversary stroll.
To you I am now a shelter when the buzz
Of flies is too much to handle.
My voice though, when quiet and crying
Is lost in the downfall.
Advice and loving gestures aren't enough to seal the void
And the scars reopen
After all, this is your deceit we speak of.