My dependency wasn’t entitled to trial Denial can only beguile so long as it holds up the final we fold up And take from our hands evidence that we wrote up
But trust me You must see The irony Disgusts me It just means You drugged me With your formation of dependent depression It’s always in session with you in my life And its coping comes quickly Evidence of your beckoning Attachment not lessening Your silence deafening Deadening Leaving me Dead and he Didn’t even Look behind his poison to see the reason He hadn’t died in his sleep I slept by him and weeped I could have died by the drink But he denied it, thinking I wasn’t in danger if I was alone, That the danger’s in strangers. But the danger’s explained here As being with him and he Couldn’t even see It.
Our death sentences his read Despite her Mine smeared, **Because of
I met this woman that ruined my life. I say woman and not girl because she isn't naive; she knows exactly what she doing and the mayhem she causes. She's enticing in a way that makes you feel bad about yourself. The kind of beauty that you wouldn't bring home to mom and dad because it would make them embarrassed for having a son that loved something so evil, it could turn the pope himself in to something made entirely of sin. She turned best friends into mortal enemies. Her beauty is chaos,and anything that crosses her path turns into such. She possesses the strength of allure that ruins your ability to enjoy anything else ever again. This defining characteristic is what makes her evil because she knows it and thrives off of the destruction left in her wake. I more than hate her, I hate myself for ever loving her. She is the anti-thesis of what it means to be pure of heart. Her name is ****** and I hope she dies.