You turn your back on all we were.
You threw it all away.
You ignore what we had.
You say there's nothing more to say.
I offered you forever.
I offered you the world.
You wouldn't have it.
Into my face my offer you hurled.
We went through so much.
To death we rushed for each other.
But now you loath my voice, my touch.
What changed for you?
You lost your fire.
Your eyes grew cold and dark.
I show you my hands.
Just like your own, they are scarred.
Innocence gone from me.
Darkened paths we have both learned.
But you turn your back on all the struggling.
You leave me behind to burn.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Sarapin, in the year 291 AF.