I have my good days
And I have my bad
Sometimes I am happy
And sometimes I am sad
Sometimes I want you seeing red and black
Other times I want you crawling back

But you can crawl your knees off
Until they are raw and chewn
I will just spot in your face
I will no longer support your womb
I will just kick your teeth in
And help to build your tomb

When those air-less screams come
And that cold veil has fallen
That day he beats you
And you're cast out and forgotten
Know the one you left, who loved you
Will still be here, bitter and rotten

03/02/2011

Posted on 03/02/2011
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