Writings

take a knife
scratch her
off my skin
plug the hole
where she slipped in
tip the scales
from whence she came
turn the hands
back again
burn this bridge
catch my fall
forget her name
forget it all
keep her lies
at a distance
learn her name
from their witness
catch a cheat
curse her ground
a cowards bed
she has found
covered by
her own shame
done it once
will do again
codependent
to the core
psychopathic
lying more
mercy none
will she find
just as truth
slipped her mind
made a choice
once again
told her lies
now drowns in them
dis-eased cunt
she will fuck
in the form
of cheating love
sold her soul
to the highest bidder
lost it all
and here
i stand
the
only
winner


mood: pissed off


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