So deep in your lies, forgetting to breath;
Sorry to myself, oh the rhythm I lost!
Cloaked in fantasy, bitter in sweet.
A fancy nightmare you were, alas no vivid!
Mere words ye whispered 'love'
Bearing 'anguish' they cried.
Vile voice! ye spoke the murdered vowels loud,
Of the false 'love' I sought blind.
Played thy games wild with my emotions,
'Dusted glass' ye called my heart, it shattered loud.
'Twas a cruel play again I thought
But ah, the lesson wise it brought.
Played back the keys broken,
The rhythm it murmured true.
Stroked the notes of my strength, the victory I made.
The 'diamond' I found 'cored' strong in the 'glass'.