Sick

Could he bleed for me... for her even, maybe
Is it in him to suffer all we do for him
Could he feel the sticky substances
running through his veins
I see it worse today than ever before
like a dirty whore
His ill brain, transcribed into drugs
pain and more pain
I worry I am only making more excuses
so he might seem human
I imagine what he cant pretend to be
Id like to believe he is capable
of a light at the end of a feeling
So theres a page worth reading
For living all those years with him inside saturating me
I watch a monster, he calls himself this man
Sick, really sick, not just saying it
This picture makes all of us feel better
an excuse for a reality
Watching and rearranging things
as his forces made me a black canopy
But truth unveiled over a wet lonely night
Took over my tired soul and killed
beyond the power of his evil mind
This loneliness doesnt matter
because no being that cruel and selfish
Can be natural to my world
No love of mine would hurt and lie and hurt
Till my skin starts to sear and scorn
With no remorse
Like a stubborn horse

I will take your demon love
And rip it from my flesh
I will chew the disease you made
and make my way to a clear day
Where there will be no space
Between me and honesty
I am doing this in my honor
to guarantee you will never drink me
then spit me to waste
Away
Ever
Again