~Original Version~
There is a place in me I just can not reach. I remember a time when your embrace was my keep. I no longer feel your touch, or the safety of your love. I can not even find this place anymore. Where has it gone? And what for? When I need things the most or better said ever at all, no one is ever there. Not like they dont say it not at all. But when it really comes down to it they had more than a little to help me fall. I can't even hear what they say anymore. They are only words. And they don't matter if you don't own them. It knows what I want. It dangles it in front of me. Its sneaky ans knows that it can slip right in.
A thief of the mind. But to the face they are a friend. To the back they are the knife. Sing you pretty lies while they're digging themselves in. Wool for your eyes ties attached to every bone. While they play pretend they can string you along. They play with your heart, then patty cake, patty cake what comes in the end? Lacerations to my will. Then offer sutures stitch up this heart maybe it can mend. They Say they have my back, as soon as they can see it they become the knife again. Frame by Frame. Skin stretched over bone. I have prayed so much its much more worse for wear. Wore it so much until it was gone. they're the same it's a shame who are they? Who am I? Where'd they go again?
Where are you? Where is my love?hopelessly I am tangled in. Inside my head, before my eyes I see just what they did. They made the lies they cut the ties. They are just parts of what's lost within. Eloquent design. Elation dies, Ephemeral hope, Effigy haunt the human. Human becomes more model than man.
~Revised Version.~
Deep inside of my distant mind, a sanctuary lost to endless time,
A place where once the heart did find, a solace sweet, a love so kind.
But echoes now, where warmth filled the air, a hollow void, a silent nightmare.
The touch, the trust, all slipped away, like shadows at the break of day.
Where once stood allies, now foes concealed, with sharpened words, their truth revealed.
A masquerade of care, now shown, the seeds of doubt, so sadly sown.
In whispers soft, deceit takes flight, a thief within the cloak of night.
With every promise left unkept, into the soul, the sorrow crept.
A patty cake of hearts, a game, where in the end, what's left but pain?
Stitch by stitch, the hope we mend, seeking solace in a friend.
Yet, in the light, the truth does glare, the back exposed, the knife laid bare.
A cycle spun, a tale retold, of trust and love turned icy cold.
Yet still we seek, we yearn, we call, for that which frees us from the thrall.
The love, the hope, once ours to claim, now just a flicker, a dying flame.
But its only right to keep moving on, the journey's span, we find the strength to stand again.
For though the ties of old may fray, and effigies of past betray,
The human spirit, fierce and bright, will seek the dawn beyond the night.
More than a model, more than a frame, a soul resilient, a heart aflame.
