Song of Sorrow

Lies created this illusion of love.
Not but a violin as I was strummed over and over.
A masterpiece of pain conducted by one with angelic wings to conceal her heart, black as coal.
Chorus, telling my tale through song, anguish amplified and echoing through time.
This verse never-ending as the voices consume me now, steal my sanity away.
Nothing left but the shadows that I cling to, my last bit of comfort as I try to muffle this hellish sound.
I cry my eyes out and pray for this to pass.
My prayers, drowned out by my own screaming, are left unanswered.
I lay quivering on a bed of darkness in agony, without faith, without hope...