Hearts can lie, although I know this seems quite vast,
I was once young and vibrant, but forever never last.
"I do" is taken for granted, unlike in the years of past,
matrimony was forever, not today’s divorces in mass.
Through lies of the heart, love lays jagged and broken,
the truth of the matter goes noticeably unspoken.
Bitter stabs leave blood stained floors as a token,
forcing the despised beast alive and fully woken.
Abusive, foul shards of hope pierce thy still heart,
content in our misery, we find comfort in the art.
Sculpting disparity, shaping cruelty from the start,
denying the inevitable that two should now depart.
Words and fists work together destroying the unity
falling apart only furthers the impunity,
broken hearts seeking another opportunity
to rid themselves of the impending immunity.
Draped in a cloak of violent despair ever so appealing,
imprisoning mistrust, our troubled lives now revealing,
a turmoil of wickedness, our evil words keep stealing,
ones laughter, ones joy and any depth of true feeling.