Why do you still talk to me, Can you not see I drew this chalk line for a reason. The treason you bring to my life, I can hear Satan sing temptations in my ear, I hear his sweet words but I want to reprimanded. Fear has left its bright red marks on my neck, Reminding me how I am a fleck, As I fell further you and satan just snear, Once I broke my heart and hope hitting rock bottom, It is clear I need to forget you, Never forgive you.

All of the ******* that I've been through, is neatly displayed like a menu.

Here this is for your viewing! at my venue. no this is not a celebration, just a feeling that continues

To break apart our communication, please take tissues and time to fix your issues.

this moment is not of coincidence, but more like a combination of human  failure and ignorance

You incoherently ramble words that are puns, then try to persuade me like the devils tongue.

Out of the shadows, I'm excepting the changes in the sun, I'm hoping my hearts pieces can magically become one.