Violation beyond compare.
My heart has only despair.
I give and give, until I’m a void in his wake.
Appreciation and trust is lost as paranoia replaces his hearts quake.
What to do when a man is full of hate?
Simply die and cover myself with armor of fate.
A fate predestined to teach my heart about the strength in a wait.
Waiting for the moment when my fire awakes. When no one and nothing will stop my very own quake. The kind that will burn fires and create. Passion’s desire will instigate. Men and women will make their way to feel my heart and burn in my very own wake.