Watching his hands on you, my precious flower,

As I sit quiet, frightened to upset you and cower.

You’re so magical, I want you only as mine,

And if every other person were gone, with you alone I am fine.

What am I to do, you are too splendid to share,

If my love for you lost me everyone else I wouldn’t care.

You are my devotion, my obsession, my curse,

My only escape from this bondage is in the back of a hearse.

You drive me mad, make me want to open my veins,

Anything to end the torment of these love pains.

Who am I to try to keep something so free in a cage,

But seeing the looks he gives you sends me into a rage.

Like a psychopath I become angry enough to kill,

But I just fade it out, smoking another pill.

I am completely mad with hate, I want blood on my knife,

And I know my only thought would be you as I take his life.

This is insane, what sort of person am I?

So readily willing to make another man die.

I must find an escape, somehow to get out,

But only one way I know will work without a doubt.

And so alone in the dark of a monsoon rain,

Tonight is the night, a bullet through the brain.