Spite

[King Balor]

Waking up everyday, breaking stuff because these drugs are fake,
shaking from restraint, mistaking love with dreams of lust and change.
Waiting to numb the pain, praying for something to stun my brain,
fading into redundant waste, paying for every penny I was too dumb to save.
I refuse to blame myself, so, I'd tie this noose to every dame I helped,
kick the stool away and dwell, hope the life spews from the way she swells.
It's cruel but fate can't rebel, I hold on and climb through the gates of Hell,
fueled by hate, I'm compelled by woe and her lies brewed like faithless spells.
Strap her down to a table, wrap her mouth with barbed wire and gasoline,
let her heart tire while I spark fire, like a shark dire as I desire her screams.
Staple her eyelids open, the violence soaking in leaving the siren hopeless,
feel like a tyrant omen, the silence broken by the screeching of contrivance focus.
I'm a mindless ghost with spineless roses, tears bleeding from her eyes and nose,
as she's lifeless, loathing signs of emotion, just seeing the way her pride dethrones.
At last, my dream ends and I'm alone, speechless right at home,
no messages on the cellphone, a seamless sky that shines like gold.
I wish I could torture her out of spite, the disorder in my mind might unwind,
but it's been over and twenty five years? That's a quarter of my lifetime confined.
So I try to move on, my groove lost, everything feels new once the truth crossed,
I'm confused God, why do you toss out the muse when we can't consume loss?
Heart is bruised God, how do I produce thoughts without a noose involved?
black and blue God, why do my roots rot? So many questions but no clues to solve!
Is this your judgement for my dreams of punishment? You holding a grudge then?
Now I can't function so you think of conjunctions just to scold me with more injustice?
My visions of bludgeon have no compunction, now you're throwing in dysfunction?
How can I entrust him with something when he's overly controlling and loveless?
I find it kinda funny, but really kinda sad, the dreams in which she's bloody are the best I've ever had,
now i have nothing and I've gone mad, think i'll swing this wrench till she's stumbling to a better path.
Until I'm in a padded room, tied up and medicated like a rabid fool,
I've got passion entombed, eyes bloodshot, an aggravated savage fueled.
Every breath begs her to die, until death, my every step burns in spite,
God can protect her in the light, but guess what wonders through the night...

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