I sit below ground, pen to paper, my heart unbeating.
Above me she sings without knowing I am beastly and evil...
Yet I tell her I love her, and with meaning and with truth I truly mean it.
But there is a stain that lies upon my words. The words under ground.
She discovers my collage of insanity within the piles of refuse. The man she always wanted is gone in the time it takes a tear to fall. BUT those lies were forged in long ago moments of darkness...
But are they still worthy of tears? My heart, soul, mind and body have since been renewed and reborn in the realisation that SHE is the reason I put out the lies like breath on a candle.
Her heart closes, my primal screams of remorse and regret unheard, never believed again.
And now, the return is expected, her reply to my pleas, the same powerful untruths to mine, now spoken and leaving me to watch my tears fall.
Lies, ALL lies...