The Wails of Love

if I released a Banshee's cry

it would Still fall on deaf ears.

so what would be the point of even confessing how I feel?

what would I win?

Profitless desperation in exchange for depression

while your ego thrives off Admiration, yet still defending our Division?

your view of me is so demented

you could never foresee my vision

of Love,

of Rebuilt Trust,

of Second Chances,

of what could Still become of Us...

Us?

I see the confusion as your face remains fixed, and your heart begins to jump

in fear, and dissatisfaction of

being shackled to a women you no longer love.

So now I must know When?

When did the Love Leave?

When did my inner beauty begin to rot, 

unable to grasp the clutch of your Intrigue?

such an Intimate betrayal (well not to you, but it seems that way to me).

You Maliciously killed what, together, we created

So Now the Banshee Screams.