Who made you? Who paid you!? For all those years of loyalty!

What broke you? What stoked you!? To elevate yourself to royalty!

 

I loved you, perhaps coveted you! I’ve never been in your way!

You received me, and deceived me! Took everything then ran away!

 

I needed you, so I proceeded to, show you my pain.

Can’t you see? You made me bleed! Then you made it rain!

 

My trust squandered, your dirty acts laundered, you pulled the wool over my eyes

While I was blind, you were not so kind, you slit my wrist and throat despite my cries

 

I have no gifts, for arguing and tiffs, the Lord blessed you with in spades

My hunches, that evolved to gut punches, were blows I was ill-equipped to trade

 

So I am beaten! And I am a cretin! I’ve nothing left! Take your bow! Of my former self, I’m a husk, no, a shell!

I’m still broken. My last words are spoken. Our souls will dance in every circle of hell

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D.W. Smith