Nakid with wounds

You wear not true colours,
and you preform action unture,
What is it that you desire?
Who are you when i talk to you?

You embraced me with a hand of friendship,
stuck me down with the blow of bad words,
Tear my heart, like morning bread,
Burn my soul with flame of red.

But i dont learn to unlove,
and i dont give in to desire to hurt,
but i dont like this situation,
I know not you true intention.

If its blood you seek, then so be it.
If its glory you wish, then take my pitty
for i am bare, alone in despire,
and you leave thy nakid with wounds.