The book of unspoken words

Bloodstain

I am a storm

but not rain

I am a strong gust of wind 

but no hurricane

I am the train of thoughts occupying your brain

I am the pain of grief that shan't be slain

My name a blank slate

The words that leave my mouth, are the only truth devoid all strain

I wasn't always this way

I had once been perfect 

I was not what they now call 'stray'

I was beautiful and she was vain

the person i once was, is gone now

replaced by a shameful mundane

It took her every wretched day

to come face to face

with what had been said in between direct lanes

This is your fault

you, with your alluring ways

and its her fault as well

for taking the bait.