The Blade Of My Right Hand
The pain I feel deep inside is like none I have ever experienced before.
The expression of my woes leaves me speechless and cold.
My heart is dead; my blood runs still; my soul always yearning for more,
Even as the days pass me, my eyes cry for you as I turn old.
They say time heals all wounds, and your betrayal will soon be forgotten,
What they don’t realize is how swiftly you came into my life, like a sweet, summer breeze,
Allowing me to trust you, love you, believe in you, now leaving my memories rotten.
I opened myself to you, vulnerable, and you brought me to my knees.
I thought you were different; I thought you were real.
You pushed me to the ground, left me in tears for what you have done.
I thought you were perfect, the way you made me feel,
And I knew I had to leave, but you took away my courage to run.
You stabbed me with a knife and betrayed me when I was down.
I lie awake at night, haunted by our endless fights,
Memories of you suffocating me as I feel ready to drown.
With you gone, I can finally enter the light.
We were so close, so connected, never knowing what we may find.
I knew they changed you, tampering your brain, turning you corrupt.
The others who came and went wounded my body, but you wounded my mind.
Times are different now; I’m ready to give up.
I can still hear your voice; the stillness inside me will never fade away.
You tell me we will never be the same as you watch me burn up in flames.
I cry for help; I cry for you, knowing you will never stay.
I blame myself, while you stand there holding onto my shame.
I miss you, my friend, goodbye forever as I feel myself nearing death.
With this blade I forgive you, as I take my final breath.