Believer The Deceiver



 To hell with good intentions

As your lips bleed lies. 

Its time for me to go

Before I start to believe, poof hog tied.

Fantasy painted reality and pain made

Me a believer, in you a regular deceiver. 

I shall cry a river over you

With the most honest of tears of misspent years. 

As I burn fire bright to the most 

Plain of ash, to rise the most

Powerful phoenix's from the past. 

I will no longer bend down on bended knee

Just like you would have me. 

The world will know your name 

In the worst kind of way. 

Imprinted in history, soft whisper in memory.

You have no control over me. 

It was nice to meet you and I hope to never meet again

But I will keep a piece of you within

To serve as a reminder of what not to do again. 




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