Shattered Faith

when the north star leads you worse,
change your own path

the truth is not a straight line, it turns and curls into a twisted lie

frowns of loved ones stareing you down, cold as the arctic winds and as evil too

old memeronies soon to forgotten with a simple sip and a blow

scar hiding in your sleeve along with the pain

the shadow of razors piecing the skin and showing you off for you truly are

purple lumps cover your pale skin like a second skin of lost faith

hopes of shinny dream shattered on the floor

disappointment resting in green eyes, once holding your heart and dropped onto spikes

shaking hands and  chopped up hearts

so rest in a bed of your lies and try to live with yourself

if you can do so, then, you are simply, another waste of air