Deception
'Everyone constrains me. No one understands'. That's what one of my most adored idol Queen Anne Boleyn said, She may be a spoiled woman but there's something in what she says. On that note, I have everything I want and I am not complaining. But is it so hard for someone to understand me.
We are bonded by blood,
A relationship which none could cut.
I never wanted this link,
Its even blacker than ink.
I curse this damned justice,
A scar on the front of my bodice.
You wouldn't put your trust in me,
One day I will bleed and you will see.
You say that I tell lies,
It is the truth inside that forever cries.
I speak out my heart's core,
You watch for me to fall.
You say you want my belief,
That is as impossible as a secret to keep.
How could you blame me for living?
When it's you who are lying?
I have shouted, explained, and pleaded,
For everything that you ever needed.
What do I get in return?
A torture that will forever burn.
My hatred for you is unspeakable,
Many times I want to held you responsible.
Being the child of your nature,
Its worse than endless torture.
I am not the being you want,
Its something else you always sought.
Being what I am is torture,
An illness with no cure.
Time will one day come,
When you learn to crave the devil's son.
Until then,
It will all be just the same
A relationship which none could cut.
I never wanted this link,
Its even blacker than ink.
I curse this damned justice,
A scar on the front of my bodice.
You wouldn't put your trust in me,
One day I will bleed and you will see.
You say that I tell lies,
It is the truth inside that forever cries.
I speak out my heart's core,
You watch for me to fall.
You say you want my belief,
That is as impossible as a secret to keep.
How could you blame me for living?
When it's you who are lying?
I have shouted, explained, and pleaded,
For everything that you ever needed.
What do I get in return?
A torture that will forever burn.
My hatred for you is unspeakable,
Many times I want to held you responsible.
Being the child of your nature,
Its worse than endless torture.
I am not the being you want,
Its something else you always sought.
Being what I am is torture,
An illness with no cure.
Time will one day come,
When you learn to crave the devil's son.
Until then,
It will all be just the same
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