The Taste Of Zink

Friday, July 08, 2005

deception to the core

Why do you have to betray me, my love? Every word of untruth drives a nail through my heart. My soul bleeds because of your sins, my love. I am a victim of your consistent need to lie; caught unknowing and unaware of your cunningness. You’ve already shattered my trust to a million pieces, my love. Your gestures to stain the truth torment me down to my very core. My soul breaks down from your treachery, my love. Your words melt down to a bitter pit of nothingness. You’ve deceived me yet again... my love.