Karma
The abused
There’s silence in the room
In the mirror all that’s left
Broken dreams
On the wall photos of what use to be
Happy memories
On the floor the pieces of her heart and blood from his whore
Outside flashing lights police and a crowed ready to fight
But there’s silence in this room
The place they use to make love the place he rubbed her pregnant stomach
The place they laughed the place they cried the place they would fight the place they would hide
Here it was silent now in this room
But five minutes ago it was a place filled with doom it was heartache and pain when she walked through the door and saw that her whole life was in vain because he chose his w**** instead of the woman that took all the pain she took all the abuse she made the best of what she could do but he never saw her and now this would prove when she walked through the door she smelt in the air the physical proof that he didn’t care there was no longer love but less that lied and made her feel stupid for all them nights she cried
Slowly died this was when her head had time to fill with these thoughts of homicide so she walked in the room as the moans got louder she grabbed the gun they had no time to run
But their silence in this room a calm still now
A Sinister form of relief because his whore is now dead and it’s now tears of hurt and fear that he has to shed
Are all the Blood Sweat and Tears that he made her give up every year and as soon as she felt that it was time to be through she turned around and she shot him too
