When will it be enough
Rivers of tears have rained from cracking eyes
What kind of monster am I
If the only kind of schemes that come to mind
Are ways to lead her hope along
Only to shatter it
It doesn't matter she has done the same to me many times
Its been years
So why cannot a shred of empathy
A single iota of forgiveness
For someone who I should care about
Be found
Could use the excuse its my nature
That she's just another Scorpion and has done the same
But that is all it will be
Empty justification
For a slow revenge that doesn't mean anything anymore
For emotions and pain that cannot truly be said I still have
Pondering the success of the last machination
Wishing for ignorance of the fact
That for it to have worked so well
She had to have still felt strongly about me
Knowing that returning it now, is impossible
Nor that I would want to
Has me questioning my humanity again
Considering how much this life of mine
How much others have been influenced
By the results of a single crystallized moment of hopeless frustration exploding violently
Strings of time I am beginning to understand and learn to influence
I cannot honestly say what my life would be like
Had these scars not come to pass
A bloodied hand, and a broken window
