Reenactment- lovers' tragic cycle

Reenactment- lovers' tragic cycle

Once a victim now a murderer

I, once stood in your place with

My stolen soul, my hindered heart

And my faint faith unable to fight

Alone in the battle field,

Creating a cause but feeling no effect

Giving your entirety,

Without realizing its gravity.

Loving and not being loved

All that adulation is in vain

I recognize that face; I know that pain.

Now, I am your murderer.

You are a tragedy no one could save.

Once you realize who I am; it will be too late.

All I can do now is ask you not to think of me as heartless

As I stab and look into your eyes

I see my reflection in you and relive the pain

Because just like you I was once the victim

But, now I am the murderer