Is It Murder If They Did It First?
Your “love” was poison
Crept into my veins
Your “love” trapped me
Wrists bound by invisible strains
Why couldn’t I notice?
Your “love” was fake
Even if I thought it was true
I should have known it would break
Your “love” nearly choked me
Hands pressing against my throat
All while singing a song
But you never hit the right note
Your “love” is a killer
Lurking in the night
I was your victim
You would hold my heart tight
Just to rip it apart from the seams
You nearly ended my life
Ignored my screams
You didn’t deserve what you had, not even your life
One day I snapped
Gave you a taste of pain
My kitchen knife is in your back
Cleansing your blood from my hands, red water down the drain