Is this what you wanted?

"I thought I'd find the key and unlock the door to your heart..."

Another serenade being blared through old records -
broken lines of your sadistic game.
A heart handed to you on a sterling platter
and you demolished it like the Loveless Valentine that you are.

Dying roses shed crimson over the ghost of our love -
like phantoms lurking in the background, ready to strike.
Your voice reigns in my ears, floating like cynical laughter;
leaving me jaded and insecure.

[Is this what you wanted?]

At night, tears build caverns of salt laced sadness upon pillows
which have become my only haven during restless nights.
Shadows loom, casting grotesque figures over head
as your wreckless face dances in my nightmares.

Shattered images of our love play in black and white
on an endless reel of misery and pain.
One more bottle emptied as all hope is destroyed -
futile attempts to make everything right again.

[Why must we play this game?]

I'm nothing more than your mannequin puppet
and you are my master, pulling every string left
and ripping apart this once vintage soul
as harpies play doppelganger to my sorrow.

Abandonment - the final realization you don't care -
I can't believe I became your pawn;
every lie absorbed as fast as your pretty lips could move
and everytime you built me up, you tore me down.

[I can't believe I was so blind.]

So no more games and no more of your lies -
enough with candy coated lullabies of regret.
Forget redemption and every symphony you ever played.
No longer will I be the doormat of your mistakes.

Take the blade you stabbed me with and smile -
carve your name into the parchment of my skin
and watch as I bleed lithium upon cracked ivory tiles
then know this assisted suicide was due to your arrogance.

[Game over]







"...I was wrong..."