Just when you left me
the emptiness took your place
but soon it was filled
with the blood that sustained
the pain, existing in this system,
in this world of me.
Are you too blind to see
the gold hidden behind the copper?
Or should I put it this way
there was so much to say
and little that one could believe
for as far as I see
there’s no trust or belief
just pain that took away the music
the notes gave me life
that ran through my veins
but the wounds slit them open, to bleed.
The chameleon changed colours
it wasn’t fault, but a ploy
as always… the drug wouldn’t heal.