I look at him, so pathetic
Rotten corpse.
He has no idea what demons fester
In his own heart.
He doesn't see it.
Calls me a devil woman,
"No good" he calls me.
He's in denial of the tarred feathers
He has rolled himself into.
I tried my life on him
But he couldn't see that.
Tells me I'm wrong and should
"Be thankful for what I get"
***** pig.
I bet he wished she looked as good as me
Bent over.
I bet he liked her mouth tight
Like my fists,
The chicken wire around his neck,
The tourniquet
Of fate.
...............
Bleach gets the blood out, he told me.
Best advice he ever gave.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
I look at him, so pathetic
Rotten corpse.
He has no idea what demons fester
In his own heart.
He doesn't see it.
Calls me a devil woman,
"No good" he calls me.
He's in denial of the tarred feathers
He has rolled himself into.
I tried my life on him
But he couldn't see that.
Tells me I'm wrong and should
"Be thankful for what I get"
***** pig.
I bet he wished she looked as good as me
Bent over.
I bet he liked her mouth tight
Like my fists,
The chicken wire around his neck,
The tourniquet
Of fate.
...............
Bleach gets the blood out, he told me.
Best advice he ever gave.
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