What lies inside:

My intentions were innocent,
Man of good faith.

I watched you mature
And form the labyrinth within you.
We are an inconstant pair; a tragedy.
The thin line between two extremes, I crossed

And lunched in deeper, gradually enlarging.
By my cruelty and game I made you hurt,
Caused you to fall in or so they tell me.
Title of Siren as I brought you to this-
What they regret.
What I make oceans by.

Comfort me that red was flashed by green
But that only exposes my deformity.

But to remember; to recall
Brings a poison in a tempting cup.
To share sins with laughter and ignorance
With but one, no more.
So that you feel hope.

To inhale a moment
And present a limb.
To know the tricks and predict the steps.
To rip beliefs and ignore hypocrasy
Just so that desires are satisfied.

And as I stood, feeling no warmth. Divested.
To watch the amusement and approval
Of one who pretends
And wishes to take what is being teased with.

But unfortunately it was understood
There can be but one who owns,
The other a fool.

Hear the one who caused the misery.
If words brought out a crying organ,
They'd leech on a smile.
Desperately pulling to bring back the past,
Stop the moment before it started
And run to the arms of an angel,
One who claims to care about us all.
And confess what lies inside.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Haernos, in the year 131 MA.