You ripped my painting apart
and painted your own version
of a story uknown,
of a ship long sunken.

Oh, dear, how I long for you still,
for your two-toned lies gave me chills.
Is this the end of it all?
You swore to me you wouldn't let me fall.

What could it be
that could draw me in so easily?
The silk of your voice,
the touch of your fingertips?
The lies that made me rejoice,
or the feelings that my loneliness grips?

You're no lover of mine,
yet your iron giants hold me,
as if to keep me in line.
I wouldn't run away,
even if I could.
I'd be left astray
with no feelings good.

Yet, you tear me apart,
limb from limb,
and it's been like this from the start,
leaving me with thoughts so grimm.

I can't see past your beautiful games,
and I don't want to be left, put to shame.
Please, save me, for you I cannot tame.