Left To Rot

Betrayal leads to a despair like none other. Is there any consolation? No. It is a mark that bleeds continuously, as you weaken with dread. This poem is about someone being left in the cold with no consolation and no comfort. All that is felt is the sharp twinge of pain and the deepest sadness that is easily ignited and difficult to put out. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- prick your way through darkness pluck those useless strings sugar-coated regrets lost forever through dreams questions filter in the shadows cruel thought mixed with dread treading through heartless meadows my echoes left for dead you left me cold in the voids of time your heartless heart still beats in me I see the deepness of those eyes even though you aren't here with me watching the water drain kill that time, kill that pain beat me down, wake me up please don't hurt me again pluck your guitar bring me down to ruin you seem so far time is brewin'... time in all its humbleness will take me in this wilderness to tie me in these endless knots.. for now I rot..I rot...I rot... left in the wilderness to rot... to rot.