Contractual Obligation

Hate
Comes back to you
Like it never left at all
Feel it tearing
Flesh from you
Depression feels its claws
When love is blind
Hate opens up the doors
With pressure sliding
Like my knife into yours

A feedback of jealousy
See it disguised
As one dressed in thought
Reaching out a hand to you
Don’t kid yourself
You know what he’ll do

Empty vessel
No volume control
Such random words
None will console

I am gravity
You can call me God
You will think of me
When he can’t get you off

If you think this is for you
Just take this knife

You know what to do

© 2009, Mosquitobyte