Your words were lies
Consequently mine be silent hereafter
As I wade the streams of your untruth
I drown, bogged down by silence.
Now shall I begin to lie to you
In words, deeds and intent
Your stream doth birth a deluge
You will drown, deep into my abyss.
Their bodies were recovered
Both aphyxiated by untruths
In resuscitation they did cough up lies
Their saviors fortunately knew truths.
It has come to my attention that we have outlived any usefulness between us.
It would seem that anytime you withheld sex or I money, we became bereft of agenda. And activity.
I am far from perfect, I know. But it is my opinion that there are things that you need to hear. Things concerning your character that have brought us to this point in our journey.
These words that you need to hear however, shall not be heard through my lips. I transfer the burden to any other man. One who is braver than I.
We were a glaring miracle. Then we had beautiful magic. But it is my prayer that we part without excitement.
I feel… Nothing…
So the usual deluge of your tears, manipulations, aggression and threats… will not…
You. Killed. Us.
I know…, I know… “men are scum!” aye?
I wish you the best.