He wishes 

With all of his might  

That I would just 

Disappear  

Already.  

HIs life  

Could be  

So much 

Simpler.  

Yet 

I die  

So 

Damn 

Slowly 

My heartbeat 

Is steady 

My existence; bitter 

In his mouth 

Like vinegar. 

He just wants 

His freedom 

My love 

Chokes his  

Breath 

Our memories 

Jail his mind 

He’s my 

Prisoner.  

Why’d he have to 

Make a family? 

Why can’t 

She just 

Seek death 

She is not  

His mother 

Nor his minister 

Yet it never  

Occurs to her  

To just leave him  

In sin 

HIs devices  

HIs indulgences 

Bring pleasure 

Her hope in him 

Her faith in him 

Refuse to cease 

Why not condemn? 

At least then 

He’d be rid of all 

The pressure.  

He’s bleeding  

Inside out 

The blood is  

All her  

Confidence 

He is bursting  

From the weight  

Of it 

His desire is 

Godlessness 

His patience  

Grows thin 

Each time he 

Sees her 

Again 

If only  

Looks could kill 

The staring contest 

Would begin 

Will someone  

Please 

Tell her 

He can’t take this  

Anymore? 

I would give up, but 

His latest victim’s  

Not just any whore.. 

She was thought to be 

Compassionate  

Once upon a time 

But now thinks  

Harming families 

Cannot really be  

A crime 

I’d die for you; 

I tried it once 

But it ain’t  

Yah’s  

Design 

So, I’ll 

Quietly 

Step away 

And pray 

While Satan 

Has a good time 

Chances rained down 

With repentance 

But all you’ll ever  

Do 

Is run 

What’s worse 

Your indiscretions.. 

Heard about them  

From our son 

Each of your victims 

Thinks she’s  

Special 

They find you 

And think  

They've won.. 

I’m the only winner  

This time 

I found Christ  

And now.. 

I’m done.