I'm dead

  
under neon, unnatural, psychedelic light...I succumb
strangled by your guitar hero chords
I cry for release...choke on acidic guilt  
honesty burns when it's swallowed back down
 
you cracked me open read me like a book
I became your own personal porno mag,
pinned to the wall  
fantasy
raped
 
you know me
my weaknesses  
you played me, set me up, and knocked me back
Ms. Robinson with a whiskey chaser
 
when the truth of my cunt sold me out
you bought me dirt cheap
lonely hooker...got me for a compliment
the lies in your smile should have been a warning
 
I knew better than to fuck the Cheshire cat
just when I needed reassurance  
poof
you vanished
 
used
I committed  
matrimonial suicide
 
I'm dead