Broken are the promises

Broken are the promises

          that were made to your name.

Stitched the wounds are not,

          that made you the same.

Deep is the water in which

          you drown your blame.

Shallow is your soul

            that fell from grace.

Controlled, I am your puppet

            hanging from lace.

True is the love whose

            meaning you deface.

Perfect is what

            we cannot reach.

Strength is something

            not your's to teach.

Stained is the reality

           you doused in bleach.