Story End

Your tears are the ink

flowing out of my pen

For years we have fought,

but we never win

These empty halls echo

your screams of pain

It won’t be forgot how

you danced in the rain

Sweetly you succumbed

to all that I asked

You revealed all while

I remained masked

I became the monster

hiding under your bed

I never told you that

inside I was dead

I twisted the knife

dug out all that was good

I emptied from you

all the love that I could

I destroyed all so that

you couldn’t mend

Such a tragic way

for our story to end.