Stolen From Me

The spear piercing through my brain... the thorn twisting and cutting through my heart... What could you possibly expect of me to be caring or thoughtful, to rush to your defense What do you want me to say, to do Your mind is unpredictable, your motives unclear How could you honestly consider calling like I would suddenly come running back to you after you consistently used different torture devices to subdue me This is just a useless issue I find impossible to endure You have already stolen three long months of my life A game of charades, cat and mouse must be your mating call but you will never attract me again I hope I can follow through this time Every single second I feel I've escaped you like a predator, there you are, stalking me waiting to kill laughing wickedly of how you still have me cascaded around your finger or how I'm standing your seven inch toy to be put to use and thrown away How much of this is true...maybe all of it Still burning a hole in the pages of my thoughts guided by my list of I don't cares or could care less knowing I could care more than I care to bear This is all apart of my inner society but the processes in my heart I pray it doesn't bring me back to a start I disapprove One more time, I don't think I can handle one more line, shoot me in the eye with a bow and arrow I'd rather fork over my eyesight than lay a witness to an evil I once thought I loved The spear in my thoughts...the hole in my heart... the dark weather my attitude submits to...the thorn in my side... you are no longer an angel of mine no longer welcome in my field of vision but like a thief, my focus remains on the world you stole from me... How can this be...what do you expect from me...