Dungeon of Feelings

I adore you, when you say I'm mad
to see that you care for me
In your muddle of thoughts
Am I so valuable to you
But Where were you till I got insane

How come you get to me, now
To pursue the memories
Hitting me with the volleys of pain
I was not there when you needed me
Here you are at last
Prominent, to me

Why make me have, Those promises that I can't keep
Do you know the pain of being false
To the one whom I care
Putting up the evil smile, crying within the soul
To smile, when I cut through your heart
Knowing the blood flowing on my hands
To feel the guilt flowning in my soul

There in the dungeon of memories
I confined myself to make up to you
I avoided you so far, to let you know I'm sorry
Thinking that I wasn't worthy, trying to get over
This pretty mess I've made, Guilt was friendly to me
Keeping the pains away from me
But it had its price, that no one can refuse to pay
Turned me resilient, into a stone
One day I saw that it was leaving
I was glad it departed, but appalled to see my feelings going away

Then at the moment, came your question
"Have you gone mad" you've startled me once and for again
To be so kind, when all i deserve was to be kept in misery
To be confined in this prison, that I've made myself

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