Thanks For Nothing

Serve my head on a plate

Pulp my heart with ill will

I did trust you, led to lust you, to be duped



Thanks for fucking nothing!

Serve my head on a plate

Pulp my heart with ill will

Sensed a mystique, turned to spent air? Killed it dead



Thanks for fucking nothing

Scraped the depths to salvage something

Thanks for fucking nothing

Drained my all, then dropped the bombshell



True, we were not joined/ our every feature spliced

Though you rushed in and took a lead

Three words spouted



This contagion

crossed all divides

caused a shift in protective focus



Three words flouted



Untimely end, I should've clicked? a sensory cut-out

A spoiling of the harmony, of which we were about

I don't despise or demonize, but I just know your form

Walk right out and move along, and leap before you look



Thanks for fucking nothing!