You brought my life to a halt, 
you stopped me dead to taste my salt. 
You shot through me like a dream, 
you fucked me up with a suppressible gleam, 
in your eyes like open doors I did not need the key, 
so determined, dark, and hysterically unclean. 
I fought you through it, and I heard you laugh, 
my life was in your hands, and little time was elapsed.
You left me dead and naked on the bedroom floor, 
my corpse in defeat, finished from your war. 
Lying lifeless on the ground, abandoned and ignored, 
you raped me for one reason, I was your personal whore. 
You killed me for that other reason, 
your shot with life ended in undefeatable treason.

You played my life like a game,
and you threw my purity all away.
I hate you for that, and I hope you choke, 
you left my body bruised and broke, 
I lay here in my own crimson, left to soak.
You decayed my soul with the words you spoke.
As I lay to forever sleep,
My inner-life you’ll forever keep.
All those fucked up things you do,
And all that hell you put me through.
It was your razor that cut my wrists,
Before I died, your ass was the last thing I kissed.
My soul rose up, but was heaven denied,
My lifeless spirit sat there and cried.
	
On and on, through and through,
You moved on, and on I flew.
You think you had me in control,
Yet all you did was crawl back into that hole.
The hole that sucked me deep inside,
Long before I was able to run and hide.
You disadvantaged me to a point where I couldn’t breathe
I was choked by your poison, the hurt that wouldn’t
leave.
You did your part, your part in death
The halt of life, right down to my last breath.
In some ways, I have you to thank
In my photographs, the pictures are blank.
The words on these pages were never here,
My true words about you shall never appear.