If a thousand daggers were pierced,
Into my bloody heart,
The pain would ne’er be so bitter,
Like the pang of your betrayal.

When I just felt the breeze,
Of your lovable trust,
Kept at the stake of my solemn belief,
And perpetual love,
When I felt the billows had departed,
Leaving my life untainted,
You thrust in, the enigmatic black cloud,
That can never leave this wretched abode,
This abode of my soul, where,
Your untrue love still dwells,
That cursed my existence,
That laughed at my belief,
That insulted my integrity.

Yet I am perplexed,
Wipe away that treacherous black cloud,
And I could own you, as I disowned,
But never again let me feel
The pang of your betrayal.

Don’t slay my soul and leave it unhealed,
It sobs and cries and wails and laments,
As Trust is belittled by your Lust,
As Love is shadowed and smothered.

Frailty is a venom, seldom dies the victim,
The heart calls on to justice,
The eyes shed tears, invisible,
The mind questions – why!

In a gust of wind you came,
On a sunny morn and spring,
But you left this interminable autumn,
And a weary night – unadorned by stars…
O God! Never slay my enemy so,
Breech of true love, loyalty, faith,
The murder of a man, it is,
By the deadly pang of betrayal.