Left her in a desolate room,
Broken-hearted and wreaking of expensive perfume.
I hope nothing less than to break her spirit,
Just as she led me to my limit.
Robbed of my pride, my dignity, and love,
I yearn to see her suffer on that decrepit floor.
She took my heart and then my life,
After my death was the only time she cried.
The price she pays was the deal that was made,
Feel no weakness for all shall pay for their mistakes.
Would you like to consider a life after death?
I long for an answer, like a mother seeking her baby's first breath.
