In the folds of blurred lines on paper,
flung across the scornful draped bed,
a nail dragged along the pulsing blotched skin,
drab eyes and flurried eyebrows,
trying to reason and understand,
why you're petty and ignorant towards me,

To what extent does my endurance and love go to,
scrambling to do every deed of yours (well in the past),
catching every word that escaped from your relentless tongue,
twisting my thoughts and character to relieve your rants,
still, instead of your loving heart there is a dull stone.

You lash out with a prickly tongue and slash out pieces of me,
jam and pick the sturdy lock to my anguished mind until it finally breaks,
smile and show acts of favor to others in my presence,
tightly grip the pained moon in your fist, tipping her over,
letting her tears spill onto my eyes,
why are you so distasteful towards the innocent,

To the extent of creating change,
God died for us all,
but maybe he secluded you and forgot about your soul,
and you spread your vengeance and anguish upon others,
to make up for your tainted heart and grieving soul,
well I... hope your despair will be cured over time and with love.