Why was it me,
That you couldn’t see.
Why did you pass over.
Was there blood on my door,
Or was there blood on your hands?
Well look again because coming soon,
You’ll find my brain spread across your womb.
An angel got his wings,
But they are splattered with the blood,
That you always feared.
Black and brought to you by,
That resounding cry.
It fell silent,
Like me across my bed,
Screaming for help,
But never heard.
You abandoned me there.
Couldn’t move.
Abandoned by you.
You can block my messages,
Change your number and forget my face,
But my words will get through,
With every memory I gave to you.
The smell of cherries and the doors I held.
You can dress up like somebody else,
But even then you’ll still remember being at my side.
So,
When you realize who really cut your wings,
Will you forgive yourself for giving up on me.
Because I can’t.
I was ready but then this passover,
You passed over me.
Refused to speak.
Broke every ounce of trust.
What you did was criminal.
So let the angel’s judgement be just.
May-hap they pass over you,
Heaven’s gates shut,
And to hell you rush.
Such a pretty anti-lush.
But beauty is never enough.
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