How many times?
How many times should I stab you in the face?
How long will shame instill suffering?
"But it won't happen again" she says, lying through her teeth.
Rotting at the mouth she prays for tragedy, With your hands tied around your back.
You drown in your own blood.
You choke on dependence.
You were always powerless.
Erase your self-worth.
This time her blood will spill.
This time I won't stand still.
Last call for decadence.
She's already gone.
My eyes will bleed from what I've seen.
Thorns enter through belief and the covering, but your downfall is inevitable.
Cry out for help textbook battered wife, but she says she's sorry, but it'll happen again.
Spread your legs for revenge.
How does it feel?
Does it feel good?
Does it feel like success?
You kiss the knife that slits your wrist.
You long for love that doesn't exist.
Thorns enter through belief and the covering, but your downfall is inevitable.
