The Emotional Ramblings of an Irate Abandonee

I looked at your photograph again today...
nothing much left to say.
It hasn't changed,
a timesless classic.
If only i knew you would be dead by now...

Prophecy fufilled,
blood spilled,
love killed.

You were always my worst enemy,
and you always will be.
Just because i love you.
Just because its through.
If only i knew i would be dead by now...

Hate instilled,
then bottled,
distilled,

and set loose on myself.
Like my heart cares anymore...
Like my splattered sanity on the floor...
Like the queue backing right out the door...
Whore.

Give me some time to think,
to gather a conclusion,
and i'll not get back to you on this one.
I'll take it and fucking run.
Bury it in an urn as we all go up in smoke.
Lots of love and rainbows,