It's funny how I thought you were helping me to breathe,
When all you were doing was choking me.
And now that I've set myself free,
You say you don't understand why I had to leave,
And paint me as the beast.
Well everyone can see through your deceit.
Was my body just yours to feast?
Were these always were your intentions?
Or was it somewhere across the lines,
When your love that used to shine,
Became redefined,
And intertwined,
With something,
More serpentine.