Blades Begin To Rust

Crushed by pain,  a somber refrain, Cast out by a deceitful kiss,  never know,  where to go,  with lust as such as this,  for we all see,  the desolate thing,  your heart truly wants,  if its value you seek,  from the words you speak,  then misery only haunts,  pretend you love,  a sharpened sword,  one that truly cuts,  for lies you told,  always grow old,  as your blades,  begin to rust