(no subject)
You thought you had her,
that she was finally yours.
And that the lust you felt for her
Would make her your whore.
Silently, I watched you creep,
Like a snake about to bite,
And as you attacked her lover fair
I knew that you I must smite.
The dagger above you now,
you know you cannot run.
Like a curse you fester in me,
And my hate for you grows strong.
The dagger plummets down
And sinks within my skin
So now my lady can flee
you like?~?~?~?
from my self-confided sin.