The aftermath of fictitious love- To be below you.

Deceive me again..
Play me until the end..
let me fall limp as each string is shredded
deeply each scar is embedded
metallic droplets down my back
viscous line be thick and black

Cover my mouth dont let me breathe
let my panic come to seethe
and soon fall limp and calm below you
forever I had thought to've known you..

in the image I had stared
only to find myself ensnared
Alone again, until I break
but there's nothing left of what you take

Already it has all become cold
The queen of spades as sent to fold
Make me prostrate, cause me pain
take the smallest things I gain

let me drift away to dust
broken to peices, covered in rust
there is no trust.