I totally couldn't think of a title...
Your blunt comments and predictions...

I totally need a new title ... :-/
How do I begin this...

Your heart so tattered
Your love so thin and frail...

You were almost an Angel which almost was...
You were almost the fracture that made my bones...

You're heartless and defective
Something must be wrong with you...

I turn up the music as loud as I can
And scream into the receiver...

You are vicious my dear, you are vicious
And you come at the hardest of times...

I'm lost inside this sea of hate
As a matter of fact, I'm plunging...

I know it now, I loved you then
But words came late, hearts were broken...

This head is so damn twisted
These thoughts run wild and free...

Where is your compassion and the love you claim to...
Where is your bravery held in the hands you say...

There lies no future ahead of us-
No deep embedded path to tread...