166 ways to kill and you choose this?!?

You wear sadism like a glove

Sitting there in you suffering chair

Watching your love choke on it's own blood

Have you no concept of regret?

I know you can pretend you do

A thousand times you've rehearsed those lines

But you still fumble the last delivery:

"I'm sorry"....

Your black eyes betray your heart

No amount of eye shadow will hide you

Not 'the you' I've come to know and hate

Run away from me again and hide

Maybe someday I'll stumble across you

Then I'll be sure to bury you

So you can lie in the unmarked plot underneath my feet

Unmarked Plot