Empty

Help me,
for I have fallen,
I am no angel,
assist me this once,
but you leave,
like a coward,
dressed for the occasion,
holding the lie.

The beat continues,
and I stand up,
holding my pride,
and the truth of your evasion.

Do not return,
I cannot believe you yet,
and cast aside your demons,
but I will be waiting with open arms,
on the day you become one with the truth.