~Persecution.~

There was a time I would have given my life for you, but you threw that time away.

As you wrapped yourself around your finger and started treating others as your slaves.

There was a time I would have backed you, in everything you had to say,

somewhere you got it all confused and sent our bonds of love flaming to its grave.

I struggle to break free from the persecution you send my way~

I am left with out compassion, not a kind thing to you can I say.

Hurt does not even begin to touch the pain that in my heart I feel.

For the bonds of sisters parting is a hurt that far exceeds being real.

Words hurt so bad, in the midst of pain, and love they often kill.

Take a step closer shove the dagger deeper, this pain will never heal.

One day you will wake up and your mistakes to you will be revealed,

but till then I will walk in solitude, eating your harsh words as my last meal.

Memories are often kind enough to temp you to let go..

But this pain I am feeling, i would never want to resow.

.

I would never try to hurt you, to bring you so much pain,

so push the dagger deeper, kill all the love for you that remains,

I can not take this fighting, I would rather meet my grave..
You made the call, and my answer is, simply your wish is my command.

I will cut you free, no longer will you hold my heart on the dagger at your hand!