Wicked Ways

As you sleep I watch you, thinking of all the memories we share. And how every time I hurt, you were always there. All the memories of you keep coming to my mind of how you always stood strong and never let me fall behind. While watching you when you sleep I feel every time you breathe. And hear whispering in my ears and I feel ten terrible years of fears. As I lye next you I think of all you've done, and how ungrateful I am. You always knew what was best for me, and you were always over powering, You were always the one that controlled every step I took, or every move I made. We had our good times But they are lost in my mind Every since you picked up that bottle of vodka again. You cheat on me, and you beat me I cannot help but to watch you sleep I want to repay you for all you've done I want to let you know you have won. you have won all fights, you have done while being the man in the house. While you turn over and slowly start to dream a mad streak comes through me, like a mad breeze Anger fills the air, Just then I thought of killing you, How I would love to see every inch of you suffer for your ways. I pondered on how many needles I could push through your skin before you would scream, Or if I would want to do it fast and make you beg on your knees with a gun to your head. Still I wonder if you regret all these wicked ways you've hurt me, Still I wonder if you were dead if your ghost would haunt me. I want to hear you beg me not to pull the trigger I want to see the fear in your eyes, Maybe I will put poison in the vodka tonight and watch your liver slowly die. I could think of a million ways to kill you, and if you ask me you deserve it to from the first day you hit me, from the moment you cheated on me. You don't deserve to be with me. I'm better then you, And that is what gets to you. I promise you this, That when you die ill roll my eyes and tell the police to their face that my husband has desecrated me, and has erased me for to long. Long ago we danced to our last song And he drowns him self in beer He has no life, And he's been holding me here in fear. Written December 2nd, 2001 © on Dec 01 2001 03:45 PM PST, Shelly   0 • 10