If I had fallen upon my knees
prostrating myself before the alter
of his ego I would ache in my soul
Inside and out of this shell
I drip with seething anger
a rage so deep I am rooted
The unsettling truth has dried and cracked
kept me from sleep, twisting in pain
to understand the unforgiveable.
Was she so sweet in her adoration
like a sirens song calling him to shipwreck
I was, Circe, my warnings to be ignored
No, I was the doomed Cassandra
the gift of sight not to be heeded
knowing the end before it began.
It was all so simple, so easy
and forgettable to him
but blackened in me is the sad, sad truth
Raw and bitter fruits I have swallowed
all in the name of love that grew so hallow
When did the words die of their meaning?
It was upon the alter of mans ego I died
ashes to ashes and dust to dust
a sacrifice in unholy thoughts