Cry of a Broken Heart

Cry of a Broken Heart

You transformed me into a Monster,

You weaved a trap and with elegance executed espionage,

A meagre mortal, is now a colossal monster,

The way you celebrated my shortcomings,

The way you decorated my inglorious past, 

Past that was buried and dead long ago,

I was inflicted by wounds from the grave,

I am left with no desire and crave,

So I ask Universe, what's the Big plan?

Why I was dethrone from a Czar to a beggar?

The wounds shall not heal anytime soon!

I am sure you wanted your freedom,

And you are now set free,

By setting blaze to my small happy nest.

God, I wish to ask, why are you so biased towards the one who inflicts pain,

Or do  you think Men are born immune to emotions?

I heard and life is unfair,

Be it that way!

I just ask why am I made a prisoner to crimes that never happened.

And you walk out of this with your head held high,

Passing the buck,

Making me the scapegoat,

I have paid a heavy price for being honest, true and good!

And what I get to hear you were very 'nice'!