When

Drank slowly, I did
From the glass of bitterness
And my heart sank

Stirring the ashes of anger
Rising to the back of my throat
Leaving a taste of sacrifice

A wasted sacrifice

A taste I could never forget nor suppress
Though I may try, but to no avail
How much longer must I feel
The cold of betrayal

Under this moon dead and pale
Never able to move
Never able to acquire
Life, not death
And love instead of fire