So cruel my intention to rip you
To pieces. Passed layers of self doubt
And still there’s no reason. So badly
Hurting, but no one to hold me.
Negligence wavers and the visions
Are scary.
I thought I came here to comfort a
People, but your voice rang out at the
Top of the steeple. Cloudy and obscure,
Like o one could see you. Falling swiftly,
But surely, the truth finally came too.
The people were right, maybe I was
Wrong. You were caught up in a passion
So strong. You love, I hate; you persevere,
I break. A cycle continues forever and on,
And backing away now almost seems wrong.
So why do I blame, when I know I’m at
Fault? Why do I confide, when my heart is a
Vault? Am I crazy? Insane? Or just secretly
Denying, that on the day of your death, I was
The only one crying.
