OVER

I listen to the lies that flow from your lips,
Like admired art whilst the paints being stripped,
Almost a blank canvas, there's nothing much left
No time, No love, just a sceptical death.

I can't believe we're here, it seems such a waste
When driven to believe it was implausible fate.
But to sit here and watch you, I fear your lust
I sit in the corner, with my eyes wide shut.

I try to understand the reason, the admiration to drown
But I hold my head high, so not to feel down
The burning memories cooling my skin
As I start over again, an angel to sin