LEFT ME FOR DEAD written by Bame Hadasha

I was the brain and you were the retina

And slowly there was lack of communication

A glaucoma type of situation

The vision of how I pictured my future with you became blur

With memories replayed with the intention to stir my emotions

Sweet melodies replaced with "sweet" nothings

Mental breakdown "devotions"

Depression built in and I suddenly escalated up the emotional stair case

Where pain was silently creeping in at an unusual pace

And you came to eliminate my last hope of love

Like a Grim Reaper you ripped me off my soul

As you left holes in my spirit

 Was in a coma as my heart internally bleed dripping "floods"

That my eyes couldn't withstand

My condition was like a mere problem of "surds" to minors, no one could understand

Even psychics couldn't pull the "right" cards on it

Worst bandit...

Was looking for a bandage in the wrong direction because my sidekick "left" me..

Left me for dead...

Watched as u tied a neat knot

On the rope I was holding on

Replayed scenarios when you told me your shoulder is mine to be crying on

I blinded myself to your misconceptions and carried on

Because I was thirsty for comfort and peace

Not knowing that every time you bruised me you took out an immeasurable piece

There is nothing as painful as waking up to a dream with you in it and realising you wouldn't be here to hear all about it

Knowing that you are not here to make me laugh like an idiot...

To give me forehead kisses that always made me feel like a princess..

The stolen stares moments were so priceless..

Long tight hugs that generated an amusing tenderness

Lust had nothing to do with how I felt about you

I prayed for you to be my last but I guess I was wrong about you...

Because despite everything we shared you still left...

Knowing that I will never feel your muscular arms around mine

Or have our tongues intertwine

Brought heartache and physical pain

Knowing I lost you mimicked a heart attack... epileptical seizures

A broken heart syndrome that nothing can fix, not even medical procedures

Yes...a couple of things I did consider

Suicidal tendencies, supernatural remedies

But none of that changed the fact that we will always be emotional enemies

Felt mental confusion and vagueness of memory, that’s when

I knew I was "Hazed"

And the only "Angel" I counted on left me

A mere cadaver I was, covered in a dark sheet of brokenness and loneliness

As the only Angel I counted on left me...

Left me for dead...