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An image thought of vividly,
On black on white, no more.
How nearest and dearest cries to me,
and wind up on the floor.
Pleadng so wholeheartedly,
begging him to be.
Lying prostrate, miserably,
she'll love no one but he.
Shivering within the moonlight,
wine, exploding in fire,
sinking into a disparng night,
hearing shouts of Liar....
Falling, losing part of her,
tablets by the side,
down a few and fly away,
on a trip where she could hide.

Up upon th balcony,
getting ready to fall,
snatched back into reality,
in the arms of none at all.

Back on knees, she does forgive,
anything is better than this.
It was never your love to her alone,
the abuse she'll nevermiss.
I find my place among the ashes,
in the dakness of the fire.
Hearing you say how much you love her,
and my own deep thoughts of Liar...