Mistaken

Finally the time has come,

Nothing left, my blood is gone.

You took my life, my dreams, and wishes,

Forsaken by your crimson kisses.

I never even had a choice,

My mind was poisoned by your voice.

Like playing with a beautiful rose,

And dying from the thorn it holds.

Now you may have your satisfaction,

Nothing that you haven’t taken.

Yet in your eyes you hold back tears,

Can’t understand why you’re shakin.

Were you all along mistaken?

You’ve broken me piece by piece,

Slowly shattered everything.

I thought I always understood,

Now all is lost, and you have changed.

Perhaps you too are finally free?

I hear your voice,

It calls my name.

Only now, it’s not the same.

Is this you at last I see?

The one I hold now close to me,

The one whose tears run down her cheeks,

And fall upon me with her pain?

My heartbeat slows,

My breathe is faint…

I feel myself,

Begin to fade.

In one hand I held,

My own destruction…

In the other,

Held my salvation.

As I took a drink,

In that corruption…

I knew not which

Was just taken.

Was I all along mistaken…