crimson lies

listening to :

The Truth by Good Charlotte

© to lara fairie ; deviantart

With stabs in my back
i grow weary
crimson tears of betrayal .
lies are deadly
people are crushed
innocents hurt
for the selfish and greed
Head games ripping flesh
hearts that knew love
now empty
never to mend
power trips
ego boast for the insecure
Fake words
false love , hidden motives
gutton for praise
from anywhere
cry wolf too many times
no one listens
i hear no more
i have closed the tunnel
no light
no sound
only pain
i am now numb to it all