The Painter Of Pain
The Painter Of Pain
And all thou! you gave, Was taken aback,
The promises, expectations and the unpromised.
With a shattered soul, and a sicken heart.
I walk back, in to the long alley of darkness,
Clueless and mindless of the excruciating pain, That, pierces the mind,
On the very thought of you.
And, the denial of the thought.