• You walk in the door, and turn on the light,
    I sit on the floor, embedded with might.
    Stuttering, rambling, shouting all night,
    A retort is beyond you, the fact is I'm right.
    Misunderstandings, disputes can be settled,
    Incorporate repute, the test of your mettle.
    No response from your lips, your spirit disheveled.
    It's all in my favor, you slip down the bevel.

    I furiously stand as I grit my teeth,
    angrily pull out the blade from beneath.
    You fervently run trying to escape death,
    But some things will never be subtly bereft.
    Piercing the skin, I start to dig deeper,
    Watching your eyes, the offensive repeater.
    They bash in your brains, while I clean up the mess,
    Your lies fell like rain, which the skin would caress.
    I asked for your honesty, for you to be blunt,
    "A true friend will always stab you in the front."