Rips me to pieces,
tears through my soul,
A monster of hate,
I do truly create!
Nails in my back,
archangel attacks...,
It's all cloak and dagger, I find,
I stand tall, controlling,
it's a fight with such might,
'Tis not quizzical...
comes on a whim,
A bite of desire leaves us in a mire,
we wallow,
with no desire to swallow,
Filth, it spouts through eyes only seen ....
world through spectacles tainted with green,
Monster she leeches,
her fangs razor blades,
When your inner soul she comes and invades, screaming vile tirades,
She's just a witch, she's  truly a *****....
She gets in your face putting chaos in place!
Guess what, nobody cares,
when jealousy comes to her selling her wares!
Jealousy will **** what we have if she can!
Won't let her in, I won't let her win,
She won't knock me dead,
cos my heart is bled,
wrung out and now,
totally dead!
(C) Livvi