Anger In Sorrow

Tonight the sun has set beneath my feet. The ground begins to move, but here I stay. I gaze, with longing, through this empty street; In sorrow, as I watch you drift away. Could you have really written, with such ease, Your venom when, in truth, you are but blind? Did you not want to bring me to my knees And smile as I can search but never find? The time has come when I have heard your lies And now I know that I was led astray. I watched you as you climbed upon the skies And now I, too, shall turn and walk away. But memories I cannot wash with ease And still I search and wait for you on my knees.