It was there on the ground where I lay,
That I realised that my whole life was a lie;
The secrets pouring out of my spiteful tongue,
Have poisoned my veins till I can no longer move;
It is these secrets that have distanced us,
Till we can no longer reach out and hold hands.
The lies have stopped me from producing the cure,
I can't help your tortured eyes come back to life.
It was that mindless rage that tore you into pieces,
Pieces scattered so far I am unable to collect them all.
My greedy nature wrapping you, like a vice,
So tight I feel you fracture underneath my fingers.
It was my narcissistic vanity that pushed you out the picture,
Made you fall into an abyss, lost in the wilderness.
It was my last betrayal that left you screaming my name.