The Venamoured

Grant us some time.

Give us courage to look inside.

A gesture of good faith

After years of living a lie.

It felt like we were at war but there was nothing at stake.

Blood was drawn all the same.

It's still sticking to the blade

Like we are.

And when we stagger back into refortified egos,

It's a peril to the splendour

And the venom for the enamoured.

Secrets and lies

For those we used to isolize

Lay ruin to our true belief,

Left us bitter and betrayed.

Trust in me as you once did

And I will treat it with the greatest care.

Our restored equality

As a testament to hopes and dreams.

It felt like we were at war but there was nothing at stake.

Lines were drawn all the same

As we fought to finde our balance