Heard
Your words
But dismiss
The lies you spake,
I tire of hearing all the noise you make.
Guile is fearing the call your voices fake,
My soul you take
And nothing
More is
Stirred.
Third
In turn,
A cuckhold
Whose heart you break,
Have slept too long but now am wide awake.
This is how it was formatted originally. Non-traditional, I know, but I felt it represented a movement away from darkness and deceipt, toward light and awareness.
Thank you, Jerry.