Taunting Betrayal
Nothing has ever crushed my spirits like the day that I lost you.
The envy I had for the solid ground engulfed me in never ending flames.
As I sank ever slower into the very image of you burnt into my brain.
I could recall every last moment with you, the good as well as the bad.
Were I still a man, I doubt I would have survived the wicked thoughts that taunted me.
Alas, I died and was born anew upon your departure, your betrayal.
Where once a good man was now only that of torn anguish and anger reside.
Forever to be bitter, cold; heartless.
Never again will I love.
Never again will I care.
The feeling is numb, the air; stagnant.
I am, but a corpse.
©jarnmarr
J