Torment

I sit here with my torment, chewing on my trident wondering where our love went. I have tried to repent, but cannot get your consent I feel you are hellbent, And filled with too much resent. I wonder what is the percent Maybe it is only a fragment, of all the hours I spent, Waiting on your comment. The heart you wanted me to make, Is in my chest called heartache I am afraid it will break, And can never be a keepsake. It might as well be fake If only there could be a retake Maybe even a remake, Of my love oh how I ache It’s getting close to daybreak And I am still awake The air now so hard to intake Wish I were at the lake And there drown all my sorrows and I know you wouldn’t appose I can feel your deathblows Guess that is how it goes When true love no longer grows.