Painting
Roses are red
Blood is too
The world is ruthless
And so are you
The world is ending slowly
The end is nigh
And people like you,
The blight of the garden,
Should die.
You took away everything
You made life not worth living
You turned my love into hate
And I won’t be forgiving.
But alas,
I am weak
And all I can do
Is watch
And weep
I hide from you,
Your rage so deep,
But I cannot hide,
And you find me
You stab me over and over
Until I’m dead,
And walk away, still wearing that bright smile,
And continue
To paint the town red.
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