What is said is said
What is done is done
There’s no going back
We can’t turn and run
The soul is laid bare
The truth will have out
When flesh is stripped
Bones leave no doubt
We tear at each other
Like dogs in a cage
Character assassins
Emboldened by rage
Love turns to loathing
Loathing turns to pity
We spiral down
Like rain in the city
Last night was brutal
Less brutal than most
You said I was a cheat
I felt like a ghost
The wine in your veins
Took hold of your tongue
Talking like a tramp
Strangling your young
You’ll kill what you love
Just to get some peace
Repeating the cycle
Of obsession and release
What is done is said
What is said is done
A trail of victims
Two cowards, one gun
© shaun patrick green 2015
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