Last words like a curse.
Poetically sick
Disturbed
And aimed to hurt.
I was burned.
I suffered
but
You unleashed my inner pen.
You don’t hear
When I spin our sin
In lyrical abuse
Or hold the rope
Around your neck,
Tighten the noose.
You don’t see my wicked grin.
Long lost love,
we had from years ago.
You cheated on me we ended.
I let you back in my soul.
You smile at me while covering,
your deceit and mascarade.
You think I don't know your games.
You're wrong a stain been made.