You are a fucking traitor.
Once blood, now you’re ash.
They let your body rot like mine does inside,
no way to sanitize lesions left from the touch of the wicked.
Now shame confines me to the shadows of the secrets crushing me.
You killed the innocent.
You took my certainty.
What happened to warrant this violation?
There was no warning, you put the gun to my head.
My finger on the trigger, the barrel on my tongue.
I don’t have to concede cause you are the one who’s dead to me.