The truth is spoken
Words of pain emerge from my mouth
A metaphor of a savage tarantula
The hatred that lingers longer
Will consume me to the ends of my skin.
When you tell someone a feeling
You do not have an idea how things will go
Is it possible to smile and realize
You are special to hear such words
To try to give the cold shoulder
You have your own way to think things
Blood boils heavy
The flames in my eyes are slowly
Burning out into ash.
Life moves on
My soul carries forward
The people I meet
Those that gave me advice
No one will be forgotten
So long as I remain living in this world.
But I spoke my heart out
Said what I did with no regrets
Bullet travels through my body
I blame all others
Love is nothing more
Than a tainted game.
