Because You Told Me To

Your ashes were all thats left

in a little clear vial that I kept by my bed.

So I went to Cupid’s Dicounts to pick up a love syringe.

Ecstatic to rot from within.

I mixed what was left of you in a thick paste

and heated you up until I could smell your old taste.

I tied off my arm with the oxygen tubes that were left over to help me surivie.

Subdued interjecting while I was injecting.

Blood pumped you from vain to vain.

I wanted to carry you in my heart but

blood has turned to venom black

like your lack of residual tack, so we part.

I sat on the floor and tried to embrace my oil.

I’m absolutely refined, no foil, no fine.

Provoking words and idle threats,

mock my intension’s with your content.

You have seen me rehab one too many times.

As I’m shaking I am not inclined

to prove myself through repeated rhyme.

Character building from lost trust.

What is love? What is lust?

Then in cliche style you applied your side smirk smile.

Erected a bill board, painted signs

(have your ex-girlfriend try to “friended” me one more time.)

So here! I like it on the floor, trampled over like some cheap score.

Talk your talk, throw your punch,

can’t kill a ghost, it’s just a hunch.