The weather didn’t turn better
When I woke up at the right side of the bed
Your eyes broke off me
As we sopke about misery
Who turned my pockets inside out?
You!
You... as sea withdrew
As tornado sloped off
Your true colours blurred
Your liver became eaten up by dread
What you thought was a jurisdiction
But was simply sacrifice
Throwing me onto the bonfire
While cheerful things you were crackling
Under your teeth - so cruel
Like an indian you were jumping around the victim
And abruptly cut one finger by sharp metal
Around which to you a kind thing shined...
It was the ring