The Phony

Thunder arose        
As the rain fell harder    
A nightmare started to brew         
No more remorse for it was too late    
Your soul was already doomed      
Growing weary from climbing up stairs          
They seemed to never end         
I reached a door to a room filled with enemies        
That used to be my friends        
   
You just sat there amongst them and laughed        
I was sick to my stomach for ever loving your whole        
When a storm comes phonies are quick to turn their backs        
Nostalgia of all the purity you stole        
   
I could then feel my blood conjuring to a boil         
Wondering how the world I trusted became this turmoil?         
It was unforeseen how I wanted to kill        
Revenge burning deep inside        
Thrashing a sudden desire for free will         
It was written an eye for an eye...