My utter culpability

For you my easy puppet I give you the final curtain...tongues and whispers still vibrate as doubts overshadow any love that was or ever will be.

I am ashamed, utterly ashamed of me.

I am completely disappointed with myself for always believing every word that left your mouth...
I blame you not myself for the words I would string from your vocal cords like a sweet cello singing...the heart so easily played.

You will always be my scape goat even as calculating as I maybe, you'll always be the one to blame.

Had sadly dramatic and yet plain the attempt to salvage such reminiscing dreams.

Standing still in an empty river, and you had hoped for a flood.

You may never escape this realm of crawling time and passionless pales. You may never see how the fire of the sun has warmed the moon as the angels swim to heaven.

I will not be waiting at the end of the road. I will not be praying for another moment. I will not admit culpability to this slaughter because you are to blame.