Dead Sea

With cold regard (Part 1).

This battle between us was for a week,

Yet the war had been going on for years in my head.

Honestly, I couldn't care how much you've moved on from this,

You never cared about how I felt when shit went down.

So you'll now hear my piece.

You wouldn't care to hear how overwhelmed I was,

Feeling the places you touched me, kissed me...

Feeling the dirt all over my body.

No holy place could wash out.

You wouldn't care to see the shadow looming over me,

The tyranny looming over me,

Being a slave to your own thought, emotion...

Being shackled in the depths of the shit I allowed myself

To be put through by you...

Honestly, I was finding love in the wrong place:

Kind of like walking through the Namib to find snow,

When all you get is figments of those who died trying to find

A way home, let alone any water.

You spelled love as L-U-S-T,

And I can't blame you.

I just wished you spelled it out for me.

Walking away with realization upon realization:

I've walked away without any love.

It all ended too soon.

I've walked away emptier than I walked in.

So yes, like the silence I broke the promise...

Well, at least to someone who ended up giving me away.

I couldn't just live with that shame:

The shame that robbed the life off me,

The shame that played puppet master in my life.

I had to play Lazarus when it came to your attention.

Look where that ended up....