My sunless morningYour strawberry-flavored lips
Are overripe and decomposing
In such a hurried pace
I can already hear the buzzing
Of the fruit flies gathering about us.
You carry a bottle of your favorite
Perfume in your vanity bag
It helps masquerade
The scent of your disease,
Making it so much easier for me
To swallow and digest all of your lies.
Ive seen my future in your eyes
And it was black as a sunless morning.
In that future I commit suicide
And you move along to infect the next
Man in line after consuming
The spoiled remains of my broken heart.