Airmid
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Feb 29, 2016
- Messages
- 247
Psychopath
Open your mouth again and your dead, do you hear? Dead!
I'll smash your stuff, if I want, including your fucking head.
It's always your fault, you just have to wind me up to crazy mad
You've got some kind of problem, always wanting me to look bad
Always whingeing about this or that, just a stupid little slag
Think you look your best, more like a whore out for a shag
You're mine always remember, mine to do with as I please
I'll slap and kick whenever I choose if it stops you being a tease
Don't plead and beg me to stop “cause, you're in such pain”
What about me, my feelings, you're mental, hear me? insane.
Your friends don't visit no more because you're so unstable
Your family don't call even though our numbers obtainable.
I'm ignoring the banging door, it'll be that busy body neighbour
The one that comes when you're in A&E, thinks herself a saviour.
You know I thought you were beautiful when we first met,
But your bad news, it's my place and you show me no respect.
Your high heels,short skirts, dyed long hair that needs a cut,
In fact let's do it right now, let's just shave it off you dirty slut.
There's stinking blood everywhere, which I guess I'll have to clear,
I just can't live this way no more, leave your stuff,get out of here.
You'll be on the streets alone, may be a week you'll survive,
Lost the one man that truly loved you, no gratitude you're still alive.
Fell for you, big time, so alluring, you were strong, witty and graceful
Since living together you changed, eroded to just plain distasteful
I was so happy, over the moon when you said we were gonna have my kid,
But no, you had to mess that up too, I'm pretty sure you just wanted rid.
Worked longer hours to pay for food and rent, didn't bother about yourself,
You asked for it when I punched your womb and you bled in to ill health.
Killed 'my child', you're a murderer, I'm gonna slice and slash your throat,
Erect from the odour of your fear, take my time now to relish and gloat.
Tears prick my eyes when I realise you messed up my perfect family
I'd proposed, we'd looked at homes, a pipe dream, never meant to be.
In retrospect, if you'd cancelled that evenings executive meeting at work,
And hadn't left me alone at home, jobless, watching TV and going berserk
The rage fuelled up yet again you gave me no choice but to beat you so bad
If you hadn't done what you did, I'd now be a sauntering, respected Dad.
Watching you now, laying motionless, a crescent moon upon our floor,
Platinum tresses woven in a scarlet waltz, I'm returned to a time before.
My little sister Lilly looked uncannily the same, long ago, when I last saw her,
I recall my mothers screams of endless hysteria but all after became a blur.
Dear spoilt precocious pretty Lilly, five years old , adored by all immensely,
She'd wind me up, not dissimilarly to you, my love, coincidently.
Open your mouth again and your dead, do you hear? Dead!
I'll smash your stuff, if I want, including your fucking head.
It's always your fault, you just have to wind me up to crazy mad
You've got some kind of problem, always wanting me to look bad
Always whingeing about this or that, just a stupid little slag
Think you look your best, more like a whore out for a shag
You're mine always remember, mine to do with as I please
I'll slap and kick whenever I choose if it stops you being a tease
Don't plead and beg me to stop “cause, you're in such pain”
What about me, my feelings, you're mental, hear me? insane.
Your friends don't visit no more because you're so unstable
Your family don't call even though our numbers obtainable.
I'm ignoring the banging door, it'll be that busy body neighbour
The one that comes when you're in A&E, thinks herself a saviour.
You know I thought you were beautiful when we first met,
But your bad news, it's my place and you show me no respect.
Your high heels,short skirts, dyed long hair that needs a cut,
In fact let's do it right now, let's just shave it off you dirty slut.
There's stinking blood everywhere, which I guess I'll have to clear,
I just can't live this way no more, leave your stuff,get out of here.
You'll be on the streets alone, may be a week you'll survive,
Lost the one man that truly loved you, no gratitude you're still alive.
Fell for you, big time, so alluring, you were strong, witty and graceful
Since living together you changed, eroded to just plain distasteful
I was so happy, over the moon when you said we were gonna have my kid,
But no, you had to mess that up too, I'm pretty sure you just wanted rid.
Worked longer hours to pay for food and rent, didn't bother about yourself,
You asked for it when I punched your womb and you bled in to ill health.
Killed 'my child', you're a murderer, I'm gonna slice and slash your throat,
Erect from the odour of your fear, take my time now to relish and gloat.
Tears prick my eyes when I realise you messed up my perfect family
I'd proposed, we'd looked at homes, a pipe dream, never meant to be.
In retrospect, if you'd cancelled that evenings executive meeting at work,
And hadn't left me alone at home, jobless, watching TV and going berserk
The rage fuelled up yet again you gave me no choice but to beat you so bad
If you hadn't done what you did, I'd now be a sauntering, respected Dad.
Watching you now, laying motionless, a crescent moon upon our floor,
Platinum tresses woven in a scarlet waltz, I'm returned to a time before.
My little sister Lilly looked uncannily the same, long ago, when I last saw her,
I recall my mothers screams of endless hysteria but all after became a blur.
Dear spoilt precocious pretty Lilly, five years old , adored by all immensely,
She'd wind me up, not dissimilarly to you, my love, coincidently.
