A mind of quicksand; a void of stillness
Forbidden is love; forgotten is kindness.
I reach out to you in the hopes
That you mirror the treachery bubbling inside me,
That you will chase behind
If I sprint off into oblivion.
Your reflection blinds me-
You mirror the treachery to its fullness.
A fool I was, thinking you'd chase behind,
When you cut off my legs from under me.
My fingers reach out still and my lips quiver
As you stand over my writhing form
But you..., you turn you back to me
And you walk away.
My flesh stings with a consuming agony
The music of defeat hangs in the air
As your last words strangle my heart.
"Forbidden is love."