I love you is what they'll say,
like dreams shattered,
they tear you apart,
they tear your heart,
leaving you to consider insanity,
or making a deal with depression,
or embracing madness as an old friend.
In recent times, in earlier days,
people deviating, people converging,
people indifferent to lies,
people claiming to understand,
yet its their selfish desires,
and only that they'll seek.
I see them pretending,
feigning and claiming to be religious,
They'll tear your apart slowly,
your heart will not even notice,
as you'll fade away like the lines of this poem.
Its not money they really want,
delude not into thinking they have a heart,
for they are they seekers of pure souls,
waiting to lost you in their abyss.
I love you is what they'll say,
i hate you is my heart's reply,
i wont be lonely without them,
when my world is buried deep in fantasies,
and dreams even morpheus cannot foretell,
