In response to Hastywords prompt: Theory of a Deadman IN RUINS
Were falling into bliss, kiss, destruction of our lives.
Do you know I’m ready to cry, there are no stones beneath my feet.
Hit, miss, you were something, now we’re nothing.
How could it be you who swept me off my feet, and then you dropped me,
What kind of gentlemen are you?
Release, I beg, release.
For, God’s sake, leave me in some kind of peace.
We are finished cold, and broken.
I have glass in my feet, from our shattered devotion.
You’re a liar and a thief, you took everything you had from me.
You’re a cheater, you’re a cad, you broke a girl and made her mad.
If you ever cared why did you come into my life like wind in the night,
carried me away like a dream wave, like the best thing that ever happened to me.
And now you dropped me as giant pearls falling off a string, bouncing into loneliness.
Did you even care at all, did it matter to you about the fall?
I fell hard, there was no one to catch me, and pick me up again.
You sing about our lives, you sing about your grief,
But you’ve never suffered the way I suffered, without relief.
How can you make promises, the moon and the all the stars,
How can you laugh the way we laughed, so hard it hurt to breath.
Now I can’t breath for shades of grief.
Release, release me I’m about to fall.
The hardest part about being alone, there’s no one to catch you,
you just crash and burn and suffer.
I fell, now I feel ageless, useless, tender and destroyed.
When there’s no one to catch you, you fall on hard stone.
All you do is suffer alone.
All you are is ruined.