Romance Is Dead

The incisions is your wrist were all
for show.
Just like you.
He epitome of self indulgence.
Another farce.
A charade and another set of
crocodile tears.
So serenade her with your last
pathetic suicide love song.
“Broken hearts never mend”.
But fools never move one.
And now she’s gonna because of
you.
And once again You’re the
epitome of pure self destruction.
Cupid never found his mark.
As we await the insertion of
blades on flesh.
You part the skin and tell of
blades of blood.
So part the fucking skin.
To tell the blades on blood.
She said.
She said goodbye.
So cry me a fucking river bitch.
You wouldn’t know love if it
crushed you fucking chest.
Let go.
You wouldn’t know love if it
crushed your fucking chest.
“razors, roses and a black
tomorrow”
They never showed any affection
to anything but your ego.
A tragedy of errors at the best of
times.
You are everything that’s wrong
with me.
You are everything that I despise.
You are everything I dreamed
would die.
You are everything that fades
away and slowly dies.
Will you bleed for me when
suicide seems so yesterday?
Will you bleed for me?
Will you fucking bleed for me
when suicide…
It’s so yesterday.
It’s all so fucking yesterday.