I gave you my life.
I called you my wife.
So why is it that your the one holding the knife?
Stuck in my back.
You the one whom ordered the attack. The blood now on your hands you can never take back.
Maybe it was something I lack
that caused you to leave.
Of all the thought in my mind you leaving I never conceived.
Even now as the blood drains from me
I can not believe you'd commit this pain to me.
As if I was all those demons I warned you of embodied and slain
by the rain that filled your eyes
the day I said so many lies.
Believe me when I say I deserve where I am.
And that I knew all along your love was a scam.
But in the end my blood is on your hands
even if that wasn't your plans
and you will forever know whom i am. the man who stained your hands...
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the strange
PoetryA collection of poems that hit on the subjects of despair loneliness and isolation as well as multiple personality Please as always with all of my works keep an open mind and if this one isn't for you it isn't for you. Mmfwcl hope you enjoy :)
