The Iron Curtain II

The Iron Curtain, II

I watch your tears with grim eyes
The spirit of your dissilusionment touches me not
I could laugh at your pathetic sadness
And feel no shame in the act of hurting you

What was it that hurt you so?
I listen with deafened ears
At the sorrow your demeanor portrays
And a twinge of humor crosses my mind

Damp eyelashes blinking softly tell a story
Full, wet lips illuminate the facts
How could I break you as you come to me for guidance
Mercy is an emotion for the weak

You have much to lose in revealing yourself to me
The innocent tears will never affect me
My spirit remains behind an iron curtain
That you seem to forget in your moment of weakness

How did my soul freeze up this way?
The obvious answer escapes you
I seem to remember a certain time, long ago
When in my moment of sad tears, you broke me

So here we stand, positions reversed
How long have I waitied for vengance so sweet?
But an inkling of conscience remains
For to break you would drop me to your level

So I condecend, removing my iron curtain
I draw it aside with a rusty shriek
Taking you in my arms, I console you, for
By doing this I make myself a better person than you
Suddenly, with a rush of insight
You realize what I did by putting myself aside
And you are in awe of my personal strength
As you thank me for my concern and slip away