The 5 Am
The 5 A.M. rolls around with unfaltering thoughts in deepest regret
I cannot stand by with this pain inside, poisoning my very core
To be fraught with flaw, only to have been abandoned
By the only one who ever seemed to care
For one so sharp to lose such faith, is to but give up entirely on me
Lonely wandering soul, was I too poor to be your helper?
Was I not the one up at hours of deepest gloom
Consoling the thin lines of hardened hope
And then in became... that I was no good
Was it just a figment of futility upon my mind to think I could help
Consider you now the one who has all
The one who has lost all
No longer shall I beg for your company
Upon which the fire of lies has spread its ghastly torment
And with this comes a storming farewell
Be not in haste to try and prove me otherwise
Your torturous words, and lack of belief have encrusted no sorrow
I am not sorry, I am simply gone
A betrayal so painful-can never be forgot
My farewell, my fairest blessed one, till such a time we shall never meet....again.
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