A Friend, Turned Foe VII

Unbelievable‐

How you've turned on me too, but‐

in retrospect, this is just like you,

"deceitful above all things..."

Time, and time again,

I've been told not to trust you, but‐

how foolish of me to do so anyway...

Seeing you now, you can't be cleaned...

and all of your true colors show underneath that polished finish.

I can't believe, that I can't believe you...

I'd wish it weren't true, but‐

it's you that houses all of my wishes,

including that, that was to put an end to you.

Now I simply wait,

for the day you make it come true, but‐

knowing you, and desire...

I'm likely to suffer at the lack of mercy between you two‐

slowly consumed by the chaos you two breed,

but never meeting my end‐

Everyday there's a new cut,

and every night, another scar

from one of your thousands of broken pieces‐

your shattered glass surrounds me

and I am simply waiting for the final cut

I guess I should've seen this coming, but‐

How long?...

must I wait‐

before my heart decides that I've had enough...

How much more must it give?...

And how much more must I take?

To the point that I cannot stand staying awake...

my heart has become an instrument of torment,

much like desire, a director of torture‐

this object in my chest, has become merciless stone,

from friend to foe,

my heart has become another name engraved as an adversary‐

everyday, to a new found low...

my heart has become another that is just too far gone‐