My forlorn hopes you brought under the moonlight,

On top of your palm, your greed and my innocence intertwined.

My forgotten dreams are like threads around your fingers,

attached to my wailing soul, declaring my life as no longer mine.

Shuffling feet in the quagmire,

I let out a cry as all I could do.

Your need to cage me, quickfire.

Touch of humanity is long overdue.

It's there but not enough,

I'm running out of luck.

Time and time, all I could grasp was your indifferent smirk in face of grief.

I swear I tried, but there's only so much patience a lonely heart could bleed.

My dreams became the threads you used to make me your marionette.

Handed over to me the world I missed just so you could snatch it back.

I trusted your every word like a little child, you played me, God**** liar.

Where would you run? Now, we are here together.

As you lit me up in the falsehood, I saw your skin also caught on fire.

But, unlike you, I'm used to the pain. Welcome to suffering, dear liar.

With love, Cordelia.