Undead
I'm a broken man,
living but barely hanging on to this ledge.
I'm undead,
heart still beating,
but unfocused on this path ahead.
I wish I could make admins,
with all the tortue you put me in.
I'll stay stuck in my head,
barely breathing, chemical healing,
The pills keep me numb for a bit
I've had my share of lovers,
but you're the only one I wished were dead.
You tested my faith, that day.
Was it worth it for one night of pleasure and shame?
Did you even think my name?
Or the pain, that you may maim the person who loved you without question,
were you happy I stayed tame?
It could've tuned in to a horror flick,
When I saw him fucking you I had to keep my shit.
Or else I may have took a knife to you and him.
I'd bathe in the blood of your lust and wait til my time was up.
That's it I feel it now, my wrists are cut,
Fountains of red adds to the ending dread of my love,
my blight, Miss perfect you plauge my mind.
You make me wanna take some life's
You're first on the list, say goodbye
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