The one that failed me was the one
I am supposed to trust most.
The one I am supposed to hold close.
The one my mother told me to believe in.
The one I am supposed to put my faith in.
To me,
The one that failed me is dead.
The one to me is a cold, rotting corpse in my mind,
That sits at the judges desk.
Telling us what we did right
And what we do wrong
Passing judgements on our every mistake.
Making me contemplate every move I make.
To me,
The war between good and evil,
Is no use to battle,
Or fight.
My mind is overrun,
The one that failed me forgot to protect me.
Left me abandoned and broken,
Alone, and vulnerable
For the world to see.
Heartbroken and lost,
The one that failed me is gone
Away out of my mind...