I saw it all in a whirlwind of emotions
As I drowned in a rush of sensations anew
The Past's held by breath tight as all hell
As such I woke up covered in sweat
The trust was broken, sweet nightmares
Roam the plains of decay and emptiness
I swore to never ask, or feel, the same as these
Mistakes, I call them, decisions to be learnt
No longer a safe fortress, in ruins
Guess a prisioner of war cannot beg
Inner turmoil deserves to be tackled, granted
But the statement of facts opens not the doors to Heaven
Or returns to square one the promises that crumbled
Her silence filled the gaps in my mind
I once wrote her songs, poems and finer words still
All in whispers and gentle note strokes
Spoken with intent, why couldn't I know
Then, oh too late to claim her innocence
Man is not a tool but I sure felt like one
I did use, retribution through abuse
I was never one to stand quiet
The heavens wont open for me
All I wanted was a little taste
To drown in green eyes
But she deserves to be free
From the wickedness of a madman.
