You murdered me with whisperings

of trusted secrets now in fling.

Our trust you tore with rampant greed

and flaunted my foolish empathy

that marked you as my everything.

Your smiles concealed the hidden springs

that surged with loathing bait and string,

and with the words you said and freed

you murdered me.

And now, again, I hear you sing

the words to the tune of suffering.

Each note you croon is known to me,

for you’re declaring my murder’s creed.

While others break, to this I cling—

you murdered me.