Crippled

<br>So many words, so little truth, hate pumps<br>through my scarred veins just barely healed. Torn<br>apart...again. Our bleeding hearts and desicated veins<br>solicit forgiveness but only in death will what was<br>finally be FORGOT left here, dying, our fate`s sealed,<br>our mortal effort crippled by suspicion. Bleeding from<br>within, our chance denied, stabbed once again,<br>betrayal never ends. Time justifies, reasons of mentality<br>sense and sanity douse the flames, left behind only<br>smoldering ash. Time hasn`t healed, our deepening<br>wounds. No more blood left to bleed. Torn apart.