Pain

The time approaches when I'll see your face.
Those lying and deceiving eyes.
I will say you're good at deception.
You could make a living at it.
Although one day someone of your own wit is going to bring you down. You'll be looking at the bottom only wishing you could see the top. You'll gasp for air seeking the pressure so tight in your chest.No one will be there to pull you out. The pleasure will be all mine to see you down, the way you left so many in the past. Your powder destroys your inner soul. To bad you're not the man God intended you to be.