Uhh…I’ll start it off with a broken promise

I swore to tell the truth with the word so honest

But over time I noticed I was growing heartless

I aw the light, not enough to overthrow the darkness

I used to give a damn about emotions sparking

Way before I changed to the soulless marksman I

Know that hope is parlous, for every shoulder

Thrown is the coldest with the frost upon my flowing garment

See this not a game, still attempt to play with 

Another person what they crave until they’re feeling tainted

A tear upon the face and if they’re still embracing

Then I will do whatever's needed to instill the hatred

You feel the fakeness?…This is fraudulent de-

-ception with this skill I’m painting pictures of my real disgracing

I glance over to the woman that I used to love...

…and all I feel is anger questions ever spill is dangerous

Expecting an answer, still texts but I’m

Flexing my laughter - why she even tries with her effort? Disaster…

…is what I’ll give ‘till the lesson is mastered, destiny

Precious she’s after what I used to have even less of the cancer

Still inept as reflections and factors, I hear the

Whispers on her breath, guess my name is the best she can capture

Never gather my essence whatever pleasure I’ve

Settled with plastered all around her mind 'til the pressure will crack her

She says that I’m a monster reborn, and she

Wants to know the cause of every horrible storm, and if she

Ever did provide to my dishonor with force that I've

Conjured of course but I lie and say it’s properly formed, but I’ve been

Dealing with this feeling as I walk on the course, there’s no re-

-kindling diminished I’m finished tempted to get up and

Leave, when every minute I’ve spent thinking on why I am

Like this, she cries and it’s my gift! Deciding it’s

Time, splitting her trust with ever crime I can forge and the

Fire engorged in her eyes I see the fright and the torment the

Price of this horrid disguise that I applied it is gorgeous the

Strife and demise that is circling her life in a torus - wait…

…I know she did nothing to deserve it…

…and yet she’s still here of the time being…

…unsure if I even have a purpose…

…for all these phrases of degrading her like I mean it…

Maybe I’m testing for the pure reaction the

Status of sure detachment I fathom the cure is passion

I’ll take her to the brink, try to lure her back in

But if she lets go, I’ll secure the madness…

…I really don’t deserve woman like her so these

Actions I'm displaying do not show that I appreciate the

Things she has to offer and what she’s done for me…

…and still I carry on to make her life hell