Being force-fed another line.
But I’m not buying in this time.
Had your chances and they’ve been eroded away.
This is where I exit rather than stay.
For your talk is cheap but your statements are thinner.
Sick of putting up with your insidious nature.
Lapped up your falsified love.
But now I see you’ve got none to give.
Endgame was for it to all revolve around you.
No satisfaction with what I would say or do.
Body language of a ghoul hiding in pretty skin.
All your words are something I’ll no longer have to hear.
Sacrifice is not in your vocabulary.
Compromise is a concept that makes you lash out with cruelty.
Choking independence under an oppressive wave that’s entirely self-serving.
No thought about others or who you might be hurting.
To not see you again is actual bliss.
Don’t have to put up with your venomous kiss.
Every narrative being about how you can barely survive.
All while draining out those around you’s lives.
While holding about as much empathy as a bullet to the head.
You will never be the only one who has bled.
Freedom is a cure that cannot be replaced.
No longer feeling numb and disgraced.
Amazing to hold joy in your hand.
Rather than being told you have never struggled to stand.
What sort of viciousness does that take?
Who cares anymore for I am released from said state.
Your venomous kiss is something I won’t miss.
Your venomous kiss did all of this.
