You left your sickness rotting on my tongue
But it seems your betrayal has only begun
Infected, my throat lets no word pass their lips
Your sickness has become a total eclipse
Brittle, my tongue slowly begins to decay
Broken, my feet still dance your ballet
Made low by the sickness within your soul
You leave me with no virtues to extol
Condemned like a house my roof to cave
A grain of sand on shore eroded by the wave
Fractured, my fingers still beg me to speak
Blinded, my eyes hide and forget to seek.
Silence like a cancer it cankers my voice
And as it grows I am left with no choice.
You left your sickness to rot on my tongue
Terminal, the cancer for one so young.
Every time I see your face
I feel betrayal and disgrace
I need someone who's there for me
Someone who will care for me
I give you your freedom
I give you your space
Yet still in your life
For me, there's no place
Walking away is the last thing I want to do
But maybe it will get through to you
I know you didn't have the best
But you did have something good
And if you saw it before I left
Maybe you still would
I once Confront this familiar look into ones vacant soul. I now see what seems darkened by echoing anguish. Here and now a betrayal presses denial into a love lost stare of disappointment
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