Bitter Pill


  • Lost Love

    Bitter Pill

    No matter how bad things are I can make ‘em worse,

    your heart will ache ‘till you’ll want it to burst,

    every day like a thousand year curse,

    I’ll leave you wishing I’d just killed you first.


    You’ll come to believe everything is your fault,

    lonely nights spent with two recurring thoughts,

    never knowing peace, no matter how hard you've fought,

    I’ve got you locked up tight inside my vault. 


    I break your will,

    Destroying lives with ease the devil envies my skill,

    that hole in your heart never will never fill,

    you’ll come to see my love is a bitter pill.


    I’ll bleed you dry of all your wealth,

    a loosing hand at life is what you’re dealt,

    leave you doubting every thing about yourself,

    you’re just another trophy on my overflowing shelf.


    Staring you right in your eye,

    you’re wondering if every word was a lie,

    left you crying for answers, wanting to know why,

    I wouldn’t even tell you goodbye.


    I broke your weak ass will,

    I got Satan envying my skill,

    the hole in your heart will never fill,

    yeah my love is a bitter pill.

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    Kanicki commented on Bitter Pill


    thecross Woo Wee Bravo!! Excellent Write; This would resonate with Stephen King's X's...LOL.

    thecross commented on Bitter Pill


    yeah, show no mercy!!!!! nice write and like Chaos said entertaining, well done.

    Chaos128 commented on Bitter Pill


    Ha ha You can't help but admire a man that knows how to appreciate his abilities. You've got a real gift for magnifying the tangential aspects of the psyche, K, and a greater gift for making it entertaining as hell : D



    Well thank you so much for such a resounding review, actually they are not my abilities of which I wrote, those skills go to the ex. I was just looking for a means of expressing what it was like being one of her victims.

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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