for Matt, ~2006
The mechanics of desire never considered
That you may be required to be beaten down
And force-fed a farce of spit, spite and blood
Split into halves by a sick diseased clown
You were once a saint, among so many black hearts
Looked so young as you waited in your tainted armour
So she argued with haste as you fell apart
Expectations of love displaced by your partner
After scripts burnt out and an awkward silence
Came a history of bouts in gloves dusted with dry ice
Your anxiety prevailed as the days turned into months
And your honesty soon failed as she lusted for those fights
A child addicted to misery and scars
But seductively painted with a face of fake charm
You shed your true tears for tragic circumstance
And built brand new fears for her own false harm
She was once taught like a child in a cast
People can be fought until they break or bend
Manipulation is the word that brings life to ugly masks
But if cannot be heard and it cannot be read
An invalid arrangement so she’d feel strong
Mood swings and blind rage beat your ego to pulp
You can’t deny you betrayed her ‘cause she’s never wrong
And all of her hurt was always your fault