Monday, August 31, 2009
Dona Domine
You didn't care about me in the end.
One tragedy didn't even make the final bend.
Drug dealers were your escape from reality.
Your blood was evil long before antiquity.
Not a single mind to make it last.
While I suffered, you had a blast.
You shattered my bonds to my savior.
In the end it all worked in your favor.
You chased me down to Rough Divide.
Lied to me in an effort to coincide.
But my eyes are open to your poisonous lips.
While I slept you were enjoying your acid trips.
I pretended to be okay with that very part.
I never expected you to rip out my big heart.
You sabotaged my effort to live a new love.
And yet I foolishly blamed it on God above.
I wish I never met you so I could be a happy man.
At the same time I should thank you for where I stand.
Where you end up, time will only tell.
For now I smile knowing you'll go to Hell.
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