The Psychological Kind (Poetry)

Aching pains, and lack of brains

A broken heart that just won't mend

I hate you 'cause I loved you

And it's bringing me down

Death she sings, on broken strings

My wounds they just won't heal

You like to pull off flies their wings

And wonder what they feel

The soul and sins of modern things

Beg luck to spin it's wheel

It's crumpled up a thousand times

But I am made of steel

You're ugly and you suck

And no one gives a fuck

Cause you're the same as the rest

In my eyes and mind you were another pointless test

I was there, a loyal fool

And a friend to admire

But little did I know

I was just caught in the wire

(©P.H.Dyer 2013+)