This is no lullaby, no sweet serenade,  
It’s a jagged scream, a blade unswayed.  
A melody drenched in bitter red,  
A love once alive, now twisted and dead.  

Tainted notes drip from broken strings,  
Poison poured in the song that pain sings.  
Every word a wound, every verse a scar,  
Echoes of betrayal that haunt from afar.  

I sang you my heart, raw and bare,  
You ripped it apart with ruthless care.  
The tune turned sour, the rhythm fell,  
In the dark abyss where heartbreak dwells.  

Anger claws beneath my skin,  
A furious fire that burns within.  
You promised stars, but gave me chains,  
Left me drowning in relentless rains.  

This love was a battlefield, a warzone deep,  
Where trust was shattered and promises sleep.  
Each lie you whispered, a venomous dart,  
Piercing straight through my shattered heart.  

I scream in silence, howl in the night,  
A shattered soul lost its fight.  
The music once sweet, now twisted and vile,  
A bitter refrain that won’t reconcile.  

I hold the shards of a shattered dream,  
Drenched in rage, I begin to scream.  
No more the victim, no more the fool,  
I’m rising fierce, rewriting the rule.  

Tainted love, you poison my veins,  
But from your ashes, I’ll break the chains.  
The song of pain may haunt the past,  
But I’ll sing of freedom, strong and vast.  

Your lies won’t drown the fire in me,  
I’ll reclaim my voice, set my heart free.  
This tainted love, a lesson learned,  
From darkest nights, the brightest burned.  

So take your bitterness, your cruel disguise,  
I’ll rise above with open eyes.  
A twisted song may echo still,  
But I choose healing, I choose will.  

No more chains, no more deceit,  
I’ll dance alone, but strong, complete.  
Tainted love, your reign is done,  
My soul, reborn — a rising sun.  
  

The last lie, sharp as a knife,  
Cutting deep through the fragile life.  
A final breath of deceit so cold,  
Breaking the shards I tried to hold.  

You whispered truth that wasn’t true,  
A mask you wore, a cruel debut.  
Every promise, a hollow sound,  
In your web of lies, I was bound.  

The last lie burned like acid rain,  
Seeping into my soul’s deep pain.  
It shattered trust, it stole my peace,  
A twisted tale that will not cease.  

I walked through shadows, blind and torn,  
By your last lie, so cruelly born.  
It crushed my hope, it stole my light,  
Left me alone in endless night.  

Anger rises, fierce and wild,  
Not a broken, silent child.  
I roar against the final deceit,  
I refuse to bow, refuse defeat.  

The last lie will not define,  
The strength I build from your decline.  
I’ll rise from ashes, scarred and wise,  
No longer fooled by your disguise.  

Your words like poison, venomous art,  
But they can’t kill this fierce heart.  
The last lie shattered what was left,  
But I am whole, I am not bereft.  

So take your final, bitter sword,  
I stand unbroken, I move forward.  
The last lie’s echo fades away,  
And I reclaim my light today.  
  

Ripped apart, torn at the seams,  
Shredded hopes and broken dreams.  
A violent storm that stole my peace,  
Left me bleeding, piece by piece.  

The world split open, jagged and raw,  
A cruel wound without a law.  
You pulled the threads, you pulled them tight,  
Until there was no more light.  

Fragments of us scattered on the floor,  
Echoes of a love that’s no more.  
I’m left to gather what’s left behind,  
But the pieces cut like jagged minds.  

Anger screams in every crack,  
A war inside that won’t hold back.  
The violence wasn’t just in the fight,  
But in the silence of the endless night.  

You ripped away what I held dear,  
Left me drowning in this sea of fear.  
No soft goodbye, no final word,  
Just shards of pain that still are heard.  

I’m a puzzle that won’t fit right,  
Edges sharp, too dark for light.  
Ripped apart, but still I stand,  
Gathering strength from bleeding hands.  

The scars I wear, the wounds you gave,  
A testament to the love you betrayed.  
But from this ruin, I will rise,  
Reclaim the fire from my eyes.  

You ripped apart what once was whole,  
But you can’t tear away my soul.  
Though shattered, broken, I am not lost,  
I’ll pay the price, no matter the cost.  

The violence of separation’s sting,  
Cannot silence what I bring.  
A heart rebuilt from torn desires,  
Burning wild in raging fires.  
  

We wear our sins like a heavy cloak,  
Wrapped tight around the words we never spoke.  
Stains of guilt seep deep in the skin,  
A constant battle we fight within.  

Shadows crawl beneath the light,  
Haunting the days, invading the night.  
Each mistake a scar, a brand so deep,  
In the silence, the sins still creep.  

Blame drips down like acid rain,  
Eating away at what we’d hoped to gain.  
We carry the weight of choices made,  
In the prison of shadows, we’re both the warden and the prey.  

No redemption found in whispered prayers,  
Just echoes of pain that choke the air.  
The cloak grows heavier with each breath,  
A silent sentence, a slow death.  

The mirror reflects a face worn thin,  
A soul tangled in webs of sin.  
We wear the blame, the shame, the fight,  
Hiding wounds that burn so bright.  

Yet beneath the cloak, beneath the pain,  
Is a heart that yearns to rise again.  
To shed the weight, to cast away,  
The sins that haunt us day by day.  

But until that moment, we drag this load,  
Through darkened paths, a heavy road.  
Sins we wear, the scars we bear,  
A twisted testament to the love we tear.  
  

Whispers stir beneath the calm,  
Silent plans that feed on harm.  
A quiet plotting, cold and clear,  
Revenge’s voice, you barely hear.  

It’s not the scream that shakes the ground,  
But subtle moves without a sound.  
A glance, a word, a calculated slip,  
The venom hides behind the lip.  

I count the scars you never see,  
Every slight, a silent plea.  
Beneath the surface, simmering low,  
A fire waiting to fiercely blow.  

No sudden strike, no open war,  
Just shadows creeping through the door.  
I plot in silence, I wait and scheme,  
Fury wrapped in a broken dream.  

The whispers grow, a steady hum,  
A battle fought before it’s begun.  
Patient venom, cold and pure,  
Revenge’s taste, both sweet and sure.  

I wear the mask of calm and grace,  
While dark thoughts twist in hidden space.  
The quiet storm that churns inside,  
The broken pride I’ll never hide.  

So beware the whispers you don’t hear,  
The subtle moves that draw you near.  
For revenge is patient, revenge is sly,  
A silent shadow in the eye.  

It waits for cracks, it waits for time,  
To strike with fury, sharp and prime.  
Whispers of revenge, a deadly art,  
The quiet plotting of a wounded heart.  
  

Welcome to the dark carnival,  
Where madness dances in the pale moon’s pull.  
Chaos rides the twisted ride,  
And pain is the price you can’t hide.  

Underneath the big top, laughter screams,  
A nightmare spun from shattered dreams.  
Clowns with painted smiles hide their rage,  
Trapped inside this cursed cage.  

The air smells sharp with smoke and fear,  
Every step echoes a broken cheer.  
Love here is twisted, rough, and wild,  
A poison sweet, yet so reviled.  

Madness wraps around my mind,  
In this circus, I’m chained and blind.  
Fury cracks the whip of fate,  
While I dance with demons, love and hate.  

The ringmaster’s voice, a haunting call,  
Promising rise before the fall.  
But all I feel is the endless spin,  
The carnival where darkness wins.  

Blood-stained tents and shattered lights,  
Twisted souls on endless nights.  
No escape, no saving grace,  
Just this carnival’s cold embrace.  

So laugh if you must, but beware the cost,  
Of love and madness forever lost.  
In this circus of pain and desire,  
We burn in the flames of a hellish fire.  
  

No salvation here, only shadow and dust,  
A place where hope withers and crumbles to rust.  
Darkness seeps deep through every crack,  
A barren wasteland with no way back.  

The skies hang heavy with ash and regret,  
A world drenched in a cold silhouette.  
Whispers of mercy are crushed by despair,  
No light to find, no breath of air.  

Souls wander lost, trapped in the night,  
Chasing a phantom, fleeing the light.  
Broken prayers fall on deaf stone,  
In this wasteland where no one’s alone.  

Beneath the weight of unforgiving skies,  
Despair is the currency, pain never dies.  
No salvation here, just endless decay,  
A tomb of dreams that have slipped away.  

The heart bleeds out in silent screams,  
Drowning in long-forgotten dreams.  
The ground beneath is cold and bare,  
And no one comes, no one cares.  

Hope is a ghost that never appears,  
Only the echo of faded years.  
No salvation here, only pain,  
A world consumed by its own dark stain.  
  

Eyes that hate, burning with fire,  
A gaze that scorches, filled with ire.  
Years of betrayal etched in the glare,  
A silent scream hanging in the air.  

They pierce the soul with deadly heat,  
A furnace where love and anger meet.  
No forgiveness dwells in their stare,  
Only memories twisted in despair.  

The weight of pain behind those eyes,  
A storm that rages, never dies.  
Cold and sharp like shattered glass,  
Reflecting wounds that never pass.  

Eyes that hate, but still they see,  
The fractured pieces of you and me.  
A history written in lines so deep,  
Where love was lost and left to weep.  

They burn with fury, dark and true,  
A mirror of what we couldn’t undo.  
Yet somewhere beneath the rage and pain,  
Is a flicker, a hope to love again.  

But for now, the fire consumes,  
In those hateful eyes, the darkness looms.  
A story told in every glance,  
Of broken hearts and lost chance.  
  

Broken bones, broken heart,  
Fractured pieces torn apart.  
Physical cracks that bleed inside,  
Emotional wounds we try to hide.  

The skeleton of trust lies shattered,  
Promises crushed, dreams battered.  
Pain runs deep beneath the skin,  
A war of silence raging within.  

Each breath a jagged shard of glass,  
A reminder of the shattered past.  
The weight of hurt too much to bear,  
Left gasping in cold despair.  

Broken limbs can someday mend,  
But broken hearts bleed without end.  
The echoes of the violent fall,  
Ring louder than any call.  

Fury sharpens every ache,  
Anger fuels the pain I take.  
Bitter shards inside my chest,  
Piercing me without rest.  

This wreckage, tangled, raw and real,  
The agony no time can heal.  
Yet through the cracks, a fire glows,  
From broken bones and broken throes.  

A silent scream beneath the skin,  
Where rage and sorrow both begin.  
Broken bones, broken heart,  
A twisted dance of falling apart.  
  

The thorn inside, sharp and cruel,  
A bitter twist, the silent duel.  
Piercing deep the heart’s soft core,  
A wound that bleeds forevermore.  

Betrayal’s sting, a poison seed,  
Feeding the anger, fueling the need.  
Every lie a jagged spike,  
Cutting deeper with every strike.  

The ache that never finds relief,  
Buried deep beneath the grief.  
It twists and turns, it won’t unwind,  
A cruel reminder left behind.  

I carry this thorn in every breath,  
A constant pulse, a slow death.  
No balm can heal, no time erase,  
The sharp-edged pain I must face.  

It twists within like burning coal,  
A fracture deep inside my soul.  
The thorn inside, it claws and tears,  
Feeding fears no one dares.  

Yet in this pain, I find my fire,  
A dark, unyielding, fierce desire.  
To break the chains, to heal the scar,  
Even with this thorn, I bear the war.  

The thorn inside may never leave,  
But I will stand, I will believe.  
That from this pain, I’ll rise and grow,  
Stronger than I’ve ever known.  
  

Cold hands that freeze the soul’s desire,  
Touch that burns with a hidden fire.  
Deceptive warmth, a cruel disguise,  
Warmer lies beneath cold eyes.  

The chill of truth wrapped in deceit,  
Promises broken, bitter and sweet.  
Every touch, a ghostly sting,  
Haunting the heart with what it can’t bring.  

Fingers that trace but never heal,  
Caressing wounds they refuse to feel.  
Cold hands hold a burning hate,  
A frozen love that seals my fate.  

The lies drip slowly, venom slow,  
Beneath the surface, poison flows.  
Words like ice that cut so deep,  
In the silence, secrets keep.  

Warmer lies whispered close to skin,  
Hiding the war raging within.  
A touch that soothes, yet tears apart,  
A broken dance of heart to heart.  

Cold hands, warmer lies entwined,  
A twisted love, cruelly designed.  
I reach for warmth, but find the chill,  
Of promises broken, and broken will.  

Yet in this frost, a spark remains,  
A hope that burns through icy chains.  
Cold hands may hold me tight,  
But I still crave the light.  
  

Staring deep into the mirror of madness,  
Where rage reflects, raw and endless.  
A fractured face, cracked and torn,  
The twisted soul I have worn.  

Eyes blazing with fury’s flame,  
A silent scream without a name.  
Every scar a battle won,  
In this war I fight alone, undone.  

The reflection mocks with cruel delight,  
Showing wounds hidden out of sight.  
Anger bubbles, pain ignites,  
Fueling the fire through endless nights.  

Madness dances in every line,  
A ghost of reason, lost in time.  
I see the monster staring back,  
A twisted path, a broken track.  

No salvation in this glass,  
Only demons from the past.  
The mirror cracks, the madness grows,  
In the reflection, the darkness shows.  

I rage against what I have become,  
A prisoner to the beating drum.  
Of pain and fury, sharp and loud,  
Lost within this angry shroud.  

But somewhere deep beneath the rage,  
A flicker fights to disengage.  
From the mirror’s cruel, harsh glare,  
To find the light buried there.  
  

Chains of regret, heavy and cold,  
Binding my heart in stories untold.  
Memories like ghosts that haunt the night,  
Whispering wrongs in the absence of light.  

Every choice a link in this iron chain,  
Dragging me down through endless pain.  
Fists clenched tight against the past,  
But these chains hold strong and fast.  

The weight of mistakes I cannot undo,  
A shadow that clings, dark and true.  
The ghosts of what could have been,  
Tearing apart the soul within.  

I rage against these links of shame,  
Cursing myself for playing this game.  
But the chains tighten, cold and fierce,  
No mercy found, no wounds to pierce.  

Regret's bitter song, a deadly hymn,  
Singing softly at the edges of grim.  
I wear these chains like a twisted crown,  
A prisoner in my own breakdown.  

Yet in this darkness, I still fight,  
To break free from endless night.  
One link at a time, I claw, I bleed,  
Hoping someday I’ll be freed.  
  

A toxic lullaby, soft and sweet,  
Whispered lies in a deadly beat.  
A song that soothes while poison seeps,  
Into hearts that never sleep.  

Words like velvet, sharp and sly,  
Wrapped in a dark, deceitful lie.  
Sung to silence the screaming mind,  
A trap disguised, a cruel bind.  

Melodies wrapped in bitter pain,  
Echoing loss and endless blame.  
Each note a dagger, sweet and cold,  
In this lullaby, truth is sold.  

The harmony hides manipulation’s hand,  
A quiet poison, a cursed command.  
Sung softly to make the victims stay,  
Lost in the music, they fade away.  

The toxic tune plays night and day,  
Twisting hearts in a deadly sway.  
Love becomes a haunted song,  
Where right is wrong and weak is strong.  

I hear the chorus, I feel the sting,  
Of the poison this lullaby brings.  
Yet even trapped within the sound,  
I long for hope, to be unbound.  

A toxic lullaby, dark and deep,  
Singing me slowly into sleep.  
But one day I’ll rise, break the spell,  
Escape the song where shadows dwell.  
  

Once, roses bloomed with crimson fire,  
Symbols of love, and pure desire.  
But petals now curl, blackened, torn,  
Love’s sweet garden now left to mourn.  

Rotting roses, toxic breath,  
Whispers of love, now taste of death.  
Beauty faded, thorns remain,  
Piercing hearts with bitter pain.  

Promises wilted under cruel skies,  
Words once warm now twisted lies.  
Every touch a venomous sting,  
Every memory, a haunted ring.  

Decay creeps in, unseen but real,  
Tearing apart what we tried to heal.  
The fragrance of love turns to rot,  
In this garden of battles fought.  

Once vibrant petals, now stained with grief,  
Echoes of passion, now disbelief.  
A love that poisoned, burned and burned,  
Till all that’s left is lessons learned.  

But from this rot, something may rise,  
A bitter truth stripped of disguise.  
Rotting roses, dark and wild,  
Mark the fall of a shattered child.  
  

Screams behind closed doors, silent and raw,  
Battles fought in shadows, the pain we saw.  
No witnesses to the cries unheard,  
Only echoes trapped in every word.  

Walls that shield but also confine,  
Hiding chaos, a fractured line.  
Fear and fury twist and churn,  
In the silence where no lights burn.  

Behind those doors, rage collides,  
Tears and anger in a tide.  
No safety found, no place to run,  
Just battles lost and battles won.  

The screams don’t shatter the glass outside,  
But inside, the hurt cannot hide.  
Every shout swallowed by the night,  
Every wound masked from the light.  

Invisible wars, the unseen fight,  
Clashing souls in endless night.  
Screams behind doors no one sees,  
Trapped in a prison with no keys.  

Yet hope flickers, faint but bright,  
A whisper pushing through the night.  
For even behind those closed doors tight,  
The heart can fight to reclaim the light.  
  

Fangs in the dark, silent and cold,  
Betrayal strikes where trust was sold.  
Claws that rip beneath the skin,  
The venom seeps, the pain sinks in.  

Eyes once warm, now sharp and blind,  
Deceit hides what’s left behind.  
A trust once whole, now torn apart,  
Bloodied wounds on a fragile heart.  

The bite is sudden, deep, and fierce,  
Breaking bonds no blade could pierce.  
In the shadows, the danger waits,  
For love to crumble, for trust to break.  

Betrayal’s fangs sink deep and fast,  
Turning futures into the past.  
A silent strike in the night’s cold breath,  
A dance of pain, a slow death.  

But even as the darkness bites,  
A flicker burns, igniting fights.  
To rise again, to heal, to fight,  
To bring the fangs back into light.  

Fangs in the dark, sharp and wild,  
A story twisted, love defiled.  
But from the bite, strength is born,  
To survive the night and face the dawn.  
  

Ashes of us, scattered and cold,  
Burning memories, stories untold.  
What once blazed with furious fire,  
Now lies in ruins, lost desire.  

Smoke curls where love used to live,  
Charred remains of all we give.  
Promises burned, dreams turned to dust,  
In the embers, only mistrust.  

We fed the flames with bitter words,  
Echoes of pain, like caged birds.  
The heat consumed what we once knew,  
Leaving nothing but blackened hue.  

Ashes fall like tears from the sky,  
Whispering of a final goodbye.  
No warmth left in this hollow place,  
Just empty echoes, a ghostly trace.  

But from these ashes, dark and grim,  
A spark may flicker deep within.  
Though burned and broken, scorched by pain,  
There’s strength to rise, to live again.  
  

The weight of silence crushes deep,  
A heavy shroud that steals my sleep.  
No screams to break the suffocating air,  
Just quiet dread that’s always there.  

Silent wars fought in the mind,  
Words unspoken, truth confined.  
The loudest screams are often still,  
In silence, the soul feels the kill.  

A prison built without a sound,  
Where broken hearts are tightly bound.  
The crushing quiet, a heavy stone,  
Pressing hard on skin and bone.  

No light breaks through this darkened veil,  
No whispered hope, no soft exhale.  
Just silence screaming in my ear,  
A deafening roar of unspoken fear.  

But even in this crushing hush,  
A spark ignites, a desperate rush.  
To break the silence, shout the pain,  
And find the voice that still remains.  
  

Blood on broken promises stains the night,  
Vows once sacred, now lost to fight.  
Words that pledged forever and more,  
Shattered trust on a bloodied floor.  

The ink runs red with every lie,  
A testament to dreams that die.  
Betrayal’s knife cuts deep and slow,  
Leaving wounds that never show.  

Promises made in whispered breath,  
Now cold and lifeless, marks of death.  
The bleeding echoes haunt the mind,  
In broken vows, no peace to find.  

Each scar a story, raw and torn,  
Of love betrayed and hearts forlorn.  
Blood seeps from the cracks we hide,  
A river flowing deep inside.  

But even in this crimson rain,  
A chance remains to break the chain.  
To rise above the hurt and pain,  
And find the strength to love again.  
  

Fractured trust, a glass cracked wide,  
Shards of faith scattered inside.  
Once whole, once sacred, now betrayed,  
By hands that stole what hope had made.  

Slow decay, a poison spread,  
In whispered lies and words unsaid.  
The weight of doubt pulls deep and cold,  
A story of trust that’s bought and sold.  

Each broken promise, a jagged knife,  
Cutting through the fragile life.  
Belief once strong, now torn apart,  
Bleeding silent wounds on the heart.  

The cracks widen, unseen, unheard,  
Beneath the surface, pain’s sharp word.  
How does one heal what’s torn so deep?  
When faith dissolves and shadows creep.  

The hands that crushed what once was pure,  
Left scars no time could ever cure.  
Fractured trust, a shattered throne,  
Ruined kingdom, ruled alone.  

But even in this darkened place,  
A flicker fights to find its space.  
To piece together broken ties,  
To mend the soul that slowly dies.  
  

Venomous tongue, a serpent’s bite,  
Words that wound and steal the light.  
Poison drips from every phrase,  
Cutting deep in twisted ways.  

Scars carved beneath the skin,  
Silent screams locked within.  
Tongue like a blade, sharp and cruel,  
Breaking hearts and bending rules.  

Lies that choke and truths that sting,  
Bitter venom in everything.  
The poison seeps, corrupts the soul,  
Turning love into a blackened hole.  

Every sentence a brutal fight,  
Dark words cast shadows, steal the night.  
Trust dissolves in toxic breath,  
Leaving behind a trail of death.  

But even in this bitter stream,  
A will to rise, to break the scheme.  
To wash away the poison’s trace,  
And find again a kinder place.