Best Wishes, Tainted

whisper my name as a cold shot of pain the aftermath of a requited cruelty reminds me of the perfection we could never be but now it's over, i can't find my soul now it's over, i'm wandering alone despite the joy for which we fought too many promises returned nought but what makes me sick to think is that the ravenous jealousy inside me can't bear to picture your face, since, rightfully, someone pure has taken my place r_thom '12