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Beyond the long dark tunnel, I’d hoped to find a light
But it seems that from my anguish- there’s no reprieve in sight
The light was just the frigid moon that glared into my grave
My love was master of my heart, but I was just his slave
I showed up bruised and broken then was crushed beneath his heel
I’d hoped that love would heal me, but it seems love isn’t real.
For far too long I worshiped him, but I was null and void
He once was my addiction-- my drug, my opioid
As agonizing years went by, I fought to earn his love
He constantly assured me that I’d never be enough
I gave him everything I had, and all I ever was
But everything’s gone up in smoke. Now all is lost, because
I took too long to realize, I've always been alone
There’s no capacity for love within his heart of stone
How could I not have seen them, all the signs there from the start
Through every tortured beating of the shards that were my heart
My world now lies in ruins, in ashes and decay
I wish for sweet oblivion but lack the breath to pray
Here in Hell and chaos, in retrospect I see
Here in my apocalypse, there’s nothing left of me
Crawling back to my abyss, the earth pulled o’er my head
I’d hoped to finally rest in peace- except I’m not quite dead