I have put you out
like a cigarette🚬
you can no longer
burn my insides anymore
though you wish to
fulfil the desires
of your heart
to watch me burn, nevermore
I shall suffer the mysteries
of a broken heart & the scrutiny of a moral inventory
lest I be passionately
caught in the company of your miserable sad story
about how you have
been WRONGED
my poor little victim
locked away is the state
of your mind, not the
prison system
you refuse to look at you
and all the places you
made a mistake
and now poor baby
you want me back
you thirst and hunger
you hate and take
so when the reaper
collects your soul for hell
mocking "its your time lets not be late" 🕰 ⌚
I'll be there laughing, crying, giving goodbye kisses from at the gates🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
💔
©riversong
R