In the wake of distasteful anguish



Fearlessly she saunters into vacuity



Forsaking me in the shadow of faux pas



As she nullifies my plead for redemption





As the tears gradually cascade upon my cheeks



They mirror that mark of quarantine in which



She sadistically stained my paper heart with revenge



Not giving one third of a **** as to how I felt





Chase after her I would have only I'm afraid that



The trails of her trench coat will slap me in the kiss



Of the rancorous bite of the breeze that dawns in her wake



My heart couldn't dare to bear the torture that would arise





Forgive me for this turbulent experience has now driven me



To bathe in the deathly grasp of the gallows, my new lover



My final goodbyes live in the blood stains that blatantly occupy



The suicide note that your vanity so rapaciously conceived