In truth you know nothing of,
The dizzy spell I am bound by now,
Entire armies have known less pain,
Wars have not known this battlefield,
The plains are drenched in my blood,
Tears do not wash away the stench you have left.
In truth you know nothing of,
The pain I endure at your hands,
Complete and utter chaos is my wish,
To mask this raw pain eating through my soul,
Ever mine is this disastrous ending,
Ever yours is this fatal non-committed choosing.
In truth you know nothing of,
Love as it should be in its complete form,
If choosing you means this confused being,
I would walk a different path and one alone,
For to be bound to you is like breaking waves,
I am done with being the anchor in stormy seas.
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