Fingers clutched between my ribs,
I can feel the chill that is rising,
standard pain, the constant thirst,
the loss is always reminding,
I wish you were beside me, but I am not so ignorant,
it is something I am learning to cope with:
The total knowledge,
the message that is lurking...
The sadness that keeps me hurting...
You have chosen her;
The lies, the poison,
whilst I'm force fed the apple
that grants me her reason
she hates, so she hurts,
she wounds when she lies,
she kills when she chooses,
it's why I'm dying inside,
it pains, and it scolds,
to hear what I am told,
to learn what I know,
and to feel frozen cold.
