I will no longer mix cement with the after thought of you
Break free as I have and go on
Into the night like owls,
hunting mice
hunting me

I am the victim, you the predator
Blood seeps from my open wounds,
the gashes you created from a simple hello
Deep as craters
Stench rotting
This is what you have done.

Pull tight my heart strings
make me a believer in your jaded, twisted world
Your innocent words spherical
topsy turvy, making me dizzy
And I don't know where to start to decipher it all.