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.