My pain was muted
The screams wouldn't stop
And yet I loved to
Scorch the surface of a heartburn
However deep the wound it brought.

The nails of torment dig crescents deep
In the fallacy to meet acrid relief
The love that swore
To hold through eternity and forevermore
Left with the noose of time
Not everything is blind.

Sight was for all to see
Yet, it became a travesty
Of righteousness and justice
Never blame the public.