The Deceiver

I've been misled into the grave.
Loneliness is the shadow of a word I used to know.
The weak and broken march on.
They bring chaos.
They bring war.
I know I've been misled.
Regret sleeps in my bed.
Towers rise into the sky.
All our words confused, no one knows how to love.
I beg for change.
Thorns cradle my own two feet.
Loneliness whispers: Embrace me