A Painted Hell Poem by Adams King

The waters are now above my head
I can't feel my feet
I float in an ocean where love is dead

Once I showed you the fears I fear
You said we are meant for me
To that you made pledges and swear

You promised never to leave me
And stay till your last of breath
To love me in health and disease

How sweet a lover words can be
Engineering hope where hope is not
And blind your from the course to be

I hanged on the thread of your words
The promises made and pledges sworn
But you left me in an empty world

I shall move ocean out of my eyes
And flood from my breathing nose
For you truth were like the devil's lies

You were so sweet than the angels
Words of apples ripe and green
But your heaven was a painted hell

Ah! With my broken heart I bleed
Will this heart ever love again?
Is this how sweet love can be?

A painted hell was the heaven you gave
Carving hearts heartless and hurt
Inflicting them with pains so grave