I walk in his dark shadows, steps of past events or the stepping stone of a mirage that creeps into my daily life, my mind grows tired from all the hatred that bares itself down on me, I ache for rest, for he hope of a new beginning, the relief of something more, I can not go on, my mirror images stares back at me, but pain prevents me from smiling,
Scaled by hate, by abusive
By the constant thought of something more then what I would like to know, I ask no question, as the questions ask themselves giving it’s own answer again an again,
I tangled web of deceit, follows the shadow that belongs to him, attaching itself to me,
What part of love makes me stay on, I don’t know I am confused, a repeat of lies embe d itself in my bed, bringing me down, I grow tired, again as the words I type cuts through my soul like a knife,
Lines crossed, nothings ease, nothing about this makes us a self of benign, my heart is failing me again, and Constance knocks at my door,
Love don’t fell me know, not again, I don’t think starting over is meant for me, my soul is weak, my strength is none, and my steeping stone’s burns underneath my feet,
