His Dark Art

Whispers of his knife were simple and sweet; Until he found my heart.

Before I could react, he repeatedly stabbed me

Until his knife was stuck in my chest.

Taking a seat and collecting his thoughts…

He dragged my body over to his canvas,

Grabbed his brush and began to paint with my blood;

Painting the truth of his illustrative deceit.

No Regression

The love we once had is missing

Always remaining a kiss from killing

Out for blood, painting one another as a villain

How do we go back to friendship?

When everything has fallen
You kick me while I’m crawling
Leave me alone, bawling

How do we go back to friendship?

You lie, cheat, beaten me deep

Constantly in pain, hard to sleep

Your mark on my life, I’ll always keep

How do we go back to friendship?

The scars are too infected to make amends

There’s no time traveling after everything ends

So, how do we go back to being just friends?

There’s no going back, no do-overs, no re-entry