She gave me the excuse that I bargained for...
it's a shame.. we ran a race and couldn't start with more...
it wasn't 'thirsty hoes', or 'starvin' whores'..
I can't explain a single reason that my heart is torn.
my hands pry the lock and my scars are formed
without ever knowing what that compartment stores.
it's empty. no soul... a piece with no whole....
and it's wrapped in a blanket of hate with no hope.
a dam with broke flows. a man that's so cold,
I can only breathe snow because I can't go home..
a king with no throne... 'cause I rejected it...
my queen left with the bed to where affection went.
less and less; the grip... my whole chest is split
with the axe that her love was represented with...
I hope she's dead.. the bitch. I wont pretend to win,
next time, cupid...
try to aim the knock where her necklace sits.
Traffic was bad, she'd make an excuse so tragic and sad,
magical bags... pulled out a noose with the rabbit attached.
Actual facts... I knew the truth just by the reactions she'd have,
casual pass... she'd sit in the room and I'd imagine she'd laugh.
Sinister plots... guess we'll never bloom just wither and rot,
figured if not, then together we'll choose to hinder or stop.
Slither from God... breaking the news, she whimpers and sobs,
just like a dog, so I'll continue to give her dinner and 'rocks'.
Cheating whore... I've seen it before but I'm dreaming of more,
fleeing the storm... unleash me or die from a beating of swords.
Bleeding galore... feeding your corpse to a starving boar,
free me from scorn... decency forms but it's hardly a spore.
Writing this piece, I'm typing the need to confide in a speech,
fighting the preach... if crying is defeat than I'm right at my knees.
Dying to scream... trying to see beyond life and it's greed,
hiding in dreams... if lightning strikes twice, what's the second time mean?
I told her that I loved her and she rectified me...
pricked me with a needle... said it's best if I bleed.
I once said she was beautiful.. but forget what I seen..
when she hit me with a knee that would contest with my teeth.
choked on my words.. she burned me. I blackened... so
I asked her real name, 'cause that's how demons get vanquished.
screamin' in anguish.. with no visible wounds,
it's funnier when she leaves holding a picture of you...
Thinking of antics... and the physical use,
I grab the car keys knowing she'll deliver the truth.
Behind her Prius, we follow her across the bridge,
using common sense, though it's known to be off the grid.
I watch her get out of the car and that's when it happened,
something so morbid and impossible to fathom.
She wasn't cheating, believe me, and even if she had been,
a speeding vehicle just greeted her with bleeding passion.
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