I Lament

She breathes in my hate
Her lovely lungs scarred with woe
She drowns in my loathing
Her soul falters there
 
I glance her over  
A flower wilted in her greif
Amongst the stems and thorns
Her beauty to glare me over
 
Her eyes weep for me
That fucking bitch
Left alone in my rue
Too good, for me and her
 
My heart it aches
It seldom beats for her now
A lonely drummer  
Rythms of my dissonance echo in the distance
 
I struggle in her suffering
Fuck the sunrise of her smile
The contempt buried deep under
The calloused moon to sway me over