Is it true , and can I believe, when you say that you actually care?

Have you ever listened and truly heard the crying of my words?

Or were you just hearing the black angels as they broke the morning air?

Have you ever tasted from this cup, this bitter wine of mine,

which by your hand, you made from the sour grapes growing on mayhems vine.

How can I forgive you now, and worse yet… how can I forget?

for you have sided with the deceiver, of ill-gottens chance.

Thus by doing so, you have betrayed the only one who has loved you without regret.

So pity I, and pity you this unforgiving shame,

for you have embraced the darkness of night for a tiny taste of fame.

So forget me not, and forget me now, and I will to you, do the same.

 
J. Allen Wilson © 2004