Strange how the views of twisted men lie.
in depths of breaths and useless replies
to cries unanswered from years of deciept
blasphemy leers it's head from the sheets
calling and goading for more than i had
and leaving me loathing a life full of sad
emotions
emotions
emotions so true
but why then
have i been
withheld from you.
the one that completes the story begun
with year after year of hate enriched fun
the gun that removed itself from my back
is simply replaced with your smile and a slap
though i may need it from this time to that
it's gladly accepted as is you sweet laugh

this horrible stray from my normal banter
has taken aback the ruthless filled cantor