Trying to be
A silk purse
In a blood
stained dress
Nasty person
Your life’s
A mess.
I need you
We must asunder
You are my lightening
Im not your thunder.
I need you
I won’t deceive
Cant live a life
Of make believe.
Silk purse thing won’t
Wash with me.
So I must  
go home
alive and
Unhappy.