The utter hatred I feel towards you right now
Much like the black blood bubbling over from a witch’s cauldron
I fail to fucking understand why things work out the way they do
Why I seem to fit comfortably in the bottom of the barrel
From your pretty purple penthouse you pitch fastballs at me
Knowing I am unprepared, without bat, glove, or helmet
There is no illusion of defense, and no chance of retaliation
As I am pummeled the circular bruises appear under the surface at first
Working their way up until my pigmentation causes me to appear as a corpse
You promised love and blew kisses while scheming behind your back
I thought I knew what a monster looked like until today and I was prepared
But demons in disguise have utterly conquered me, leaving me drained and destitute
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