It was on the eve of the vernal equinox
I was almost enjoying that one last long night but you
Practically positioned a nail below your thumb
Took your selfish stuck up hammer
And smashed it into your own grim coffin
What did you really think I would do?
Do you really not know what happens next?
The writings on the wall my love!
In your own blood, sweat and tears
Since you tried so damn hard for it
Take your trophy and drown in its splendour
Hang your arsenic medal painted gold
As I watch it slowly poison you with your own affliction
Then you’ll see me holding that very same
Glorious hammer of freedom and smashing
Shattering your corrupted porcelain house of cards
A precarious structure you told me was deathless
Look at you now my love!
You were right, actions do speak louder than words
Every sentence only twists and bruises and stabs
Flush them down with that drug you call love
Now the sun casts its light on us as it rises
Our actions can’t be undone, they burn strong
Not as feeble as words slew with your pathetic apology
Followed by your fatal underestimation of my gut