Last words like a curse.

Poetically sick

Disturbed

And aimed to hurt.

I was burned.

I suffered

but

You unleashed my inner pen.

You don’t hear

When I spin our sin

In lyrical abuse

Or hold the rope

Around your neck,

Tighten the noose.

You don’t see my wicked grin.

Long lost love,

we had from years ago.

You cheated on me we ended.

I let you back in my soul.

You smile at me while covering,

your deceit and mascarade.

You think I don't know your games.

You're wrong a stain been made.