The bitter gusts of abyss strikes my arms,
While the shine of the vague moonlight hits me in the face,
The pieces I did not cognize were shattered,
But elucidate on how you managed to break me with grace?

It scorns at me I should have withstood,
Your faulty hypocrisy and your synthetic scars,
A heart as malign and a laugh as lethal
Like soaring down the equivocal sandbars.

Were you my friend or my flesh?
Were you as wanton as you foremost seemed?
Were you invariably resolute to shred my soul,
Into fragments of ashes just as I esteemed?

Did you not get it when those tears screamed?
With agony, sorrow and a whirlpool of rapture.
I lost a confidant, an unreadable accusation,
Had faith in you, but you were a traitor?