Resentment

A hypocrite's cries, are a sweet poison
To the broken hearts
They once transgressed
The lonely plea of
That which left you so distraught
Is but a siren's song
On failing ears
A trampled soul can't help but bask
In the shattered dusk
Of its wrongers pain
Oh, how this grudging, decadent delight
Will decay the soul
In such a delicious way
And, the pain in your heart
Blinds your eyes
To the thorns on the vine
Of the bloody red rose
You wish to inhale, and then die