An Original Dark Poetry piece about a woman who cheats on her boyfriend and his subsequent descent into madness!
I never thought she’d cheat on me
But so it was and now they’ll see
The darkness that has grown inside
From every time she told me lies
So when I shoved her on the track
I didn’t dream of looking back
As the high-speed InterCity
Took her looks, now far from pretty
Now never will she be the same
And no more will she play the game
No one will look at her that way
They’ll walk on by and quietly say
“Whatever happened to her face?”
She’ll turn away all full of shame
And never break another heart
One down, so many, but a start
Wicked women that did me wrong
They hurt me so but I’ll stay strong
Can’t kill ’em all but I won’t stop
You don’t meet nice girls in coffee shops
There’s no more nice girls to be found
So long as to this Earth, I’m bound
I’ll cleanse my home of this disease
Till bullets bring me to my knees
God’s my strength, they’ll need their guns
To take me down, I’ll fight because
My holy quest comes from on high
Our Righteous Father in the sky
And in his name, I’ll kill the whores
A Rosegarden Funeral Of Sores!
Original Dark Poetry.
Copyright © Craig Detheridge.
2015 – 2017.