katerlin

your bed of lies becomes your funeral pyre you are nothing more than broken promises and empty desire. blame innocent hearts to hide from your guilt, these weak foundations of deception you have built. a strike of truth will send you crashing down and in all the lies and hurt you will drown. a serpent in your bed you lie deeds of dishonesty you deny, breaking gentle hearts becomes your game tears shed on kindly cheeks shows their pain. but the time has come to pay your debt all the hurt by your hands you will regret. rivers crossed and bridges burn, this lesson here you must learn. this heart that you did break well love, that was your last