Whilst mine eyes open, thou mine heart did break
Into a thousand pieces ‘neath thy foot
Each shard a blade to destroy love we make,
And heartlessly sever it at the root.
Thy claim that such love was supremely rare,
A fairytale much jealousy provoke
Ne’er existed as the record doth bear,
Burned holes in my soul by fire thou did stoke.
The flames of night turned to gray smoke by day;
As worlds stopped and started against mine will
Pained sorrow fueled returning to the fray,
Making will stronger than all made of clay
So as hearts do mend this aloud I pray;
I’m done with thee, and dare no longer stay.