You left me paralyzed, no cure and no rehab for me.
Funny that you got the nerve to keep asking me; how I’ve been.
You’re the victor in this pageantry but the only trophy you
deserve is catastrophe.
I’d rather we be dead to each other.
There’s no eulogies said for each other and no “rest in peace’s”.
The memories got my chest in pieces.
Forget a promenade, let’s juggernaut.
Down memory lane, leave no thought alive.
To the slaughter house, I’m taking my pain.
It’s time to sever my
brain from my heart and soul.
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