He spilt all the secrets, I told him when I was high,
Clasping his hands stepping towards my framed void,
I am feeling so blind, but he said I’m electrifying.
He implored me to worship him,
Being the demonic kind,
In his embrace once I felt so divine.
Things change with time,
We are all pawns, he plays us with his mind.
The anger I chose then was coming back,
Through the love of my life.
He left me for some angel, he stood up to,
I was abandoned as he did to her before.
That’s just fine as my life is,
of the signs my heart bestow.
Maybe, something better is coming my way,
I don’t oversee the things everybody claims.