I looked into a small,
Unmarked grave.
Where she would fall,
And where none shall save.
I hated her.
And her, me.
It did everything but deter
My boiled crimson sea.
She was rude,
She was mean,
Very crude,
Her mind and body never clean.
I thought she was ridiculous.
And her, me.
Very miraculous,
Was my deviancy.
Is it cruel that I laughed that day?
Never a care in the world?
“To Hell you will go” they say,
Maybe word for word!
I saw her that night
And her, me.
Ready for our fight
With nowhere to flee!
I look at a corpse,
Nasty in decay.
I watch as it warps,
The skin turns grey.
I laughed and prayed for her
And her, me.
Only I was