Blinded

Blinded by what is filled in your pockets,

Best believe that I am the one, who is willing to make them empty,

When you see me and look into my eyes you will not find the strength to resist, but only summit,

And it is you, who has to suffer and feel my wrath because of my last man,

The beater, the liar and the cheater,

It is because of him chose to love no more,

Only to fight for what I deserve and have not received in return,

Others find God in the mist of all the loneliness,

Many look up in the sky for comfort,

Not I!

I will have my revenge if it costs me my life,

I will have your head on a platter above my mantel like you kept each tooth of mine as a trophy,

And If I die alone write in my casket:

“Here lies a woman who was blinded by her anger too much to forgive.

May she find it and live forever in our hearts now and forever.”