Crippled

So many words, so little truth, hate pumps

through my scarred veins just barely healed. Torn

apart...again. Our bleeding hearts and desicated veins

solicit forgiveness but only in death will what was

finally be FORGOT left here, dying, our fate's sealed,

our mortal effort crippled by suspicion. Bleeding from

within, our chance denied, stabbed once again,

betrayal never ends. Time justifies, reasons of mentality

sense and sanity douse the flames, left behind only

smoldering ash. Time hasn't healed, our deepening

wounds. No more blood left to bleed. Torn apart.