torqueri amore
Entangled mazes of
conceptual darkness
webs of lies and knots of hate
I feel the end is coming
your love died
was dead
before I could proclaim
how desperately I longed for you.
Betrayal you clasped
in your pale hand
even while we waltzed in
the light of the full moon
your soul belonged to someone else
I was too blind to see it
though.
That night you told me
you said you had never loved me
that it was all a game
for you
and I was your puppet
fragile like a porcelain doll
that you played with until you grew tired of me.
Betrayal is unforgiving
but my love for you was unwilling
to face the morbid truth
my mind is twisted
my soul is dark
my
