she speaks of laughter praise and joy she tells me i'm her only toy but under the vines hear say is calling and I find I hath fallen for her tricks and sinful lies thrown into my bewildering eyes I clench her body with open fists like a catcher and his mit knowing without her I could not win the faith of my child and its grin she forces me in her bed with her lustful eyes only for me to find my demise my body aches for her touch stricken beneath I now see her clutch what she strives for what keeps her switching and why she does her shelfish bitching she cracks down on me like a whip but still I remain with my arm around her hip hidden from the world our relationship lies only seen by four red eyes swollen from crying and our dying soules the furture between us now foretold in the world around me she has created sin to all my family and my friends here in isolation apart from the rest I wish to be placed on the bed of death to end this grief and my suffering to escape my mistake that is coming she has killed me only for her I pray someone will kill my murderer
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lisa newton
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