The house of mouse

The place were insanity meets mice....how strange.This is the more often then not boring story of my existance.Apart from the crazy, sometimes confusing and stange things that could only happen to me.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Bloody Promise

I don’t know if I loved you
I don’t know if I still do
But your lips are in my dreams
So its clear, I wanted to

You hurt me when you lied
Using schoolwork as a cover
Tossed me aside, with false kind words
So you could pursue another

The initial lie scorched my heart
It hurt to say your name
Worthless thoughts plagued my mind
But I had to bottle the pain

That night I indulged
In silent streams of tears
Seeking comfort from the dark
It swallowed my lonely fears

It’s ironic, when we first met
I was warned not to break your heart
I never believed it would be me
Who suffered from that art

Slowly the hurt began to dull
The open wounds started to heal
But the urge to enlighten me of your lie
What perverse pleasure you must feel

So once again I ached in pain
Made sweeter by betrayal
If your goal was to shatter my faith
I assure, you did not fail

My trust is a gift
You abused so many times
Forgiveness isn’t a virtue
Used to defend your crimes

The bloodied moon was a promise
That this path was meant for me
Now I cling to fragile friendship
For the sake of what used to be