In the shallow of your way I wrote a love letter and pray You ****** my Jews in Midway Delilah my Samson before prey I have just one single world to say Yours is nothing but betray.
you know it hurts, {like gut-wrenching, ab-clenching, breath lynching hurt} when you sit in the shower and silently sob. tears melt with water steam clouds your sight gaze up, let it fill your nostrils drown in water and your plight
when his hands squeezed so hard you thought you would faint and you couldn't hide the bruise fingers caressing your chin felt like world's sharpest knife because you knew what they could do for all the times he was gentle there were fifty when he lost control and blamed the broken furniture on you the day that his eyes turned black before your eyes was the very day you knew
When the dusts settle from the last wheel and the sickle moon stoops on the bamboo grove the dead rise in the whispers of the southern breeze.
You may hear them splashing the canal's water beneath the hazed halo of one quarter by nocturne music of barn owl and crickets in lights of glowworms from darkest thickets.
If you stop on the Rotwood Bridge can hear them sing in gay abandon though we're now all dead old spirits the night can't make us anymore forlorn.
The twin moon may from the ripples broken beckon you and if your spirit awakens take a plunge for a joyous down go amid cheers from the watery hollow.