Infidelity

Divine you were at first Light to lighten the room.... You were here like the mourning to an afternoon... Yet to see me, you traveled far To give no fucks and play a trump card.... Yellow it burned ridden with disease A vestige of society, so you dared not care... Little did we know you weren't the first goat More we mourn that you weren't the first at all. Hard love and reality to you all.