War of the artist

"You\'ve made this world a stage for me
So I hope that you can hear me scream,"
Screech the melody of broken promises
you\'ve made my lullaby of tears,
A picture of my pain,
A life from all my art of you,
A portrait of cries painted by a silent artist.
You\'re a soldier of misery
taking captive the muse of my heart
and the passion of my soul;
Finding means to take everything from even nothing.
A fool, wise in ignorance, winning the war,
conquering compassion with deciet,
making it impossible to reclaim our title of love.
It\'s a game of indecentsies,
where guidelines would make it all too easy.
So it becomes a feeding ground of hate,
where survival depends on the rules you set yourself.
You\'ve created a labryth
and its wall bare the lies you told me.
Unable to escape I sucome to you,
the gate keeper to my nightmares,
only to relive a haunting memory
and to end up lost once more.