P.S. Fuck You

She always tries to emulate every image that voyaged through her vision

Changing her sexual orientation characterizing it as a snazzy trend

Falsely claiming that she’s bisexual as a cover to fit the scene

Labels herself a natural person at the expense of her sanity

She crafts lacerations in ostentatious areas to gain sympathy

Shoots my point of view to hell then discards me as another victim

To foil her devious scheme to use and bruise the hearts of the innocent

Offers to shave her head not for a cure but an outrageous plea for help

Using people as pillows for her infinite barrage of tear drop artillery

Being the two-face she devil that she is she then grabs her knife

And stabs me in the back while expelling a heartless laugh from her vocals

Revealing a stone, cold soul showing not even the slightest hint of mercy

This lady and the euphoria of love are complete strangers to each other

But I refuse to take the blame for what she inherited from her mother

Attention whore and nothing more on bended knee across the floor

As I strip her soul down to the core and make her run straight for the door

She doesn’t stand a chance against the rapture of this dreadful beast

For this beast wants to feast upon her delectably succulent meat

Now I have not a clue what realm she lives in

Or what she’s trying to ensue

But the only thing I can say is

P.S. Fuck You