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.