A letter to a lost lover.

I'm not about to sit here,
& listen to you talking bullshit,
So fucking sick of your opinion.
Get a life,
Or die trying to be something,
That you're not,
And never will be.

You better take back,
Those lies you told,
And set the record straight,
I swear to satan,
You're dead if you don't.

My mind, and my body,
Thinking & doing such similar things,
Well, i guess you fucked both of them,
You whore with no choice,
On the consequences.
You'll either live in misery,
Or fall six feet under, where you belong,
In my fucking backyard,
I'll dance, spit, piss on your grace,
You're bright eyes fade,
As misery shows the way.

Bitch, you're mine.