Betrayal

I know you wont see my broken heart, or our shattered dreams
and you never will hear my muted sobs or my silent screams

You'll choose to ignore the bruises on my soul
you'll pretend not to sense my madness taking control

But hear this:
You poison me, with every sip of your wine
and you rape me, when you're with your whores at night

So how does it feel to walk out on me?
to know that you murdered the believer in me?

How do you deal with the stains of my blood on your hands?
and how do you plan to get out of this quick sand?