Crushed spine, slit veins, stabbed heart
it’s only fine art that’s left in the dark,
covered over and forgotten about
left with the last straw and large pout.
If you never wanted me, you shouldn’t have put me on display,
with so many words, I have left this to say,
you thought this game of chance would be fun
when you thought you were the only one.
By my side, a modern day Bonnie and Clyde
I let your foolishness riddle you with holes
and you will be the only one with a lost soul.
Thank your friends for putting you up to this dare,
now you can live the rest of your life in continual despair.