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Snapped

You keep from me the fruit of our lust
the bond grows weaker with every mistrust
my pain is your comfort my demise your success
you walk down the isle in a soiled white dress
a ring on the finger some ink on the paper
given the chance I know he would rape her
my reason to breath ripped from my chest
my mind a blackened maze full of unrest
futile cries rebound off your walls
every turn you are met with two cold barrels
justice for all but she is a slut
thrusts the knife in twists it deep in my gut
your weapon of choice my reason for life
an ugly grief is now my bitch wife
every day lost here I can never get back
If I didn't lose them I'd still be on track
lament so intense there's blood from my pores
gave all my wealth to over dressed whores
the trigger I pulled never one to regret
to the bullets that pierced I'm forever in debt
from the click of the hammer to the crash the gavel
I knew from the start death row's where I'd travel
smug sideways smiles you think you have won
until my last breath this has only begun
Written by Adam (Adam.)
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