
Under the pale moonlight, thy skin glistened
The sweetest of tastes rolled enjoyably from your flesh, sweet one
Between soft kisses, the music of your heart, I willingly listened
Not knowing of what we had done and what we'd later become
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As I grieved for the loss of all that I held dear
You appeared in my path like an angel sent on gossamer wings
In my broken, darkened heart, I did feel a strange amount of fear
Never before knowing the sounds of pain and suffering as it sings
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To start anew, an unthinkable task
One's heart belongs to another in time
Pains of this type anchor one into the distant past
Still hunting for revenge for that unbelievable crime
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Not to take no for what you would get
Your instance abounded with more strength than one could muster
Would what you started have an unfortunate sunset
Even our time together would inevitably lose its luster
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The truth crawls from the depths no matter how much we bury it
It's a sin nearly as ancient as time and space
Lest ye believe that someday one might forget
See it is still her I see when I look at your face
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Wrought with poisonous intentions, you were from the start
Secrets and lies carry on souls of their own
Warned you, I did that I carried Hell's heart
But your truth was enough to chill me to the bone
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Did you think I would let her go without finding out what went on
Even after a thousand lives, I would still only see one face in my paradise
But to think that it was the one whose shoulder I did cry upon
It was your brazen spirit that made my heart break twice
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Why come to me after taking all that I cared about in this life
To love me in the night and lie to me in the day
Forever knowing it was you I hunted, the one who killed my wife
Forever knowing you were the one I wanted to make pay
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After two years, I found out what was true
After two years, you were the thing that kept me up at night
After two years, I knew what I had to do
For when you ended her, I knew enough to get it right

About the Creator
Jason Ray Morton
Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.


Comments (2)
I take it this is not autobiographical. Chilling. Cold.
One must have an enterprising spirit. No matter what one's background is, one should do one's best and study hard