Change

I hope all the suffering that you think you do,
eats a path to the source of what you call the truth.
I hope the light is burning more than any sun
on that fair skinned bottom ,
in all those lies you've thought of....

I hope the future becomes closer to today,
when you realize the damage,
is now your permanent dismay.

Easy it is to let anyone suffer
as long as it amuses you.
It could be your friend or your young child's mother...
watching you acting a fool.

But when you bring it home
without hesitation,
only fueling the anger you chase,
You risk things unknown in an unexplored zone,
when the limit has exceeded  it's pace.

I hope you're aware before the pillows we share,
that your debt to my heart is past due.
I have warned in the entry and repeatedly spent the
feelings as if it was cool...
Time is near closing , this chapter I tell..
It is now that you'll change or be ready for hell.