Fray

Loves tether destroyed.

My plans have been squandered, my dreams torn apart;
It's like I have ended before I could start.
I wanted to run, I wanted to fly;
To soar over mountains as though love's what I'd find.
But instead I've been burried; half dead, half alive.
Starving for truth and too tired to try.
I know that my tears will stream deaths lullaby,
As my aching heart slowly begins to lose time.
A love once so great, pure and sublime,
Is the victim of selfishness, lust and of lies.