As I trudge down the long dark hall,
Deep in lust of song, marked on the wall
For her last words sit, useless as she falls
Her death shakes me, but she marks my gall
My urine oddly discolored and red,
with a hint of brown and bloody tear shed.
The last love we had made left me in pieces.
Left me with a round of STD in my feces.
As I cry, my waste burning like amber
I become confused, churning the hammer.
My insides bubble, my bottom waste sticks
No flushing, it's clogged, only the sound of clicks.
I move the flusher, but I hear not a sound.
Devastated, I flush her, deep underground.
What has my love done to me so great?
She made me pee blood, and then she escaped.
I KNOW THIS POEM MAKES NO SENSE AT FUCKING ALL.