Even if you asked again,
there is now way I can give you another chance.
You had to do what you had to do
in order to please your own selfishness,
but that hefty bag of guilt and loneliness
will now be yours to carry forever.
What did you have to lose by trusting me?
Was it worth it to gain what you did,
by staying with the love of the monster?
I am not worth your tears,
even though I have never caused you to cry any,
yet he seems to be worth your tears,
your fears, your heart, your soul.
He seems worthy of anything you have,
even though he offers you nothing in return,
except pain and misery.
We won't be sharing grief
when you say goodbye at his cold gathering
which will bury a poison that mistakenly lived on this earth!
Will wandering grief be your sadness?
Will you confess with bitterness
how you chose to deny his secret
and turn it into my dark sorrow?
He enfolded so many secrets into my skin,
I became a destruction zone trying to scrape them out.
When I contemplate reality,
I guess I will never truly be at peace with my past
until his withering last breath confesses
and they throw him in his grave.
I will only have peace knowing
that they can never reassemble the dead!
