Color in our infinitely contrasted veins.

Even when the sullenly resentful fire that permanently resides in your eyes lights itself again,

Does the enkindled numbing air constricting your conscience

Remind you of the crimson broken mirrors that are so kind as to show you what you've become to me?

You refuse to believe poison truths,

Watching with feigned denial as their reflections reveal

Wives' regretful sorrow; children's wishes halfway granted;

Too much adoration, you see

You use my soul;

As continual sacrifice to be a battered pawn in finding the Devil

In the person I once knew so well;

For he enters your mouth when you speak.

If you are bound to rage's name,

Make my lasting pain bitter sweet like dark chocolate,

So when I go; tear myself away,

I'll irrevocably understand

That bravado in your love

Does not exist.