I never cared much for your cause
nor your band of men and whores,
but you wooed me into heartfelt confusion
between reality and dank delusion.
Seduced by words of love and hope -
"The future is an upward slope,
but at the top, I'll take your hand
and take you to the promised land" -
my heart was pulled in all directions,
torn by duty and your affections.
But in the end I could not deny
that practiced sincerity in your eyes;
you knew that I'd be hypnotised
by your supple lips and clever lies.
For all my life, I've been sorely used,
underappreciated and over-abused,
but for them I was a diligent tool,
and for you I was a desperate fool.
Yet even as I reminisce,
I do not hate that masochist
who followed you on your path to Hell
then caught you just before you fell,
despite all the empty words you tell
and all the empty dreams you sell.