Snuff

Women like you are all the same;

You told me that I’m paranoid, possibly insane.

That there’s no one else, he’s just a friend;

Just so that I couldn’t hurt you both in the end.

Behind that facade of beauty, I see who you really are inside;

That ugliness, that brutal desire that you failed to hide.

The burden is getting heavier, this burden of misery;

Now is the time to take you both with me.

“Three dead in love triangle” on the front page,

The result of the pain that everyone labels as rage.

The gun is in my waistband, I now take my leave;

To untangle this web that we have weaved…