A deadly sin,

Pride by name,

Deadly indeed,

Used to maim,

 

Aim of love in her words,

Covered by their meaning,

Truly happy past protective,

Years into the cleaving,

 

Three of dead,

The last two why,

An incessant story,

Makes few cry,

 

To completely forget,

Would have given less scars,

Like the last two did,

Still the giver bars,

 

Yet the story won't tell,

No apology was due,

More years gone by,

It still won't bother you,

 

But what a tale it is,

Tell it once more,

Who is it she loves?

Who does he adore?

 

The flame has died,

But the ashes leave affect,

She clears away the certainty,

The drug already wrecked,

 

The drug, too late,

Takes the excuse from the fear,

Lift up your hand,

I'll show you, my dear,

 

The last two,

So worthless Death won't take,

Though one tried to hand us over,

The one with whom you forsake,

 

The last two,

They did so dread,

If a scream had failed,

We would have bled,

 

Now this, my own story,

I start to tell,

She claims she saved me,

From some hell,

 

She didn't, my dear,

Not at the most,

When we merely stayed,

And still she would boast,

 

The last two,

Are barely alive,

The last two,

Barely survive