You.
Why!
You.
Why do you let such misery consume you?
You let yourself waste away;
Or can you actually help it?
Wasting, wasting.
What the fuck is the use of marriage anyway?
Bound, bound, bound for life.
To a blessing--well then, good for you;
To a mistake--well then, waste away.
How do you live with a person whose heart is dead?
Cold, dripping, and so fucking far away.
A walking darkness--consumed by bitterness.
Eyes bespeaking a thousand sorrows
Turned and twisted, gnarled and cemented.
Pounding, pounding;
A walking bitterness that drips from every pore.
Eyes that flash daggered anger
Sharpened by silence.
Oh, yes, there are good days--
But the heart is weary and you drag your feet along;
You smile with eyes glazed with temporal joy that
Belies a sad, sad heart.

What tragic existence.

How more tragic for me to watch and wonder,
What the fuck is the use of marriage anyway?
To reach and reach but never touching you
What comfort can I give--
When hugs embrace a stiff, defensive body,
That shrieks and pushes me away.
No. I crawl after your shadow,
I claw the ground of sorrow;
But you,
You,
You just keep
Walking and walking away.

What the fuck is the use of marriage anyway?
Bound, bound, bound for life.
To a blessing--well then, good for you;
To a mistake--well then, waste away.