Traitors

You left me dead for days
Cold as the fucking ground where I lay
And I never felt such pain
All of the love I bore, stripped down to hate

In just a matter of days
The definition of desperate
Unable to resist the pull within
Only meat to degrade

Traitor, you left me dead for fucking days
Cold as the ground where I lay
Never, I'll trust the bile between your teeth
For all the love stripped away

Left trembling in a blind rage
Drowned in thoughts of the filth you relish
Held agape for the next one
As blood and sweat coalesce

One day I will catch you in the act
Stripped of clothing and your dignity; the strings that remain intact
I will cut them from you forcefully with scalpel and with vice
I will make you wish that I had been the last one in your life

I will paint the walls to mark what you are