A Simple Denouement
Whoevers flesh you caress tonight,
I hope it leaves you cold.
Go ahead, let her burn,
Your quickend breaths chill my soul.
I can feel her nails in my back,
Your betrayal I can taste.
My heart is in my throat,
The blood dripping shows my hate.
I try to hold back my tears,
The pain is just to strong.
Tomorrow when you wake up next to her,
Her spirit will be singing you a dejected Good-Bye song.
Copyright © Melissa Cherry | Year Posted 2006
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