You can always suffocate my thin arteries with your naked lies;

Walk on eggshells whenever she ramps in to my stormy-themed parade,

Label me a bitch every time I stuff your bravado with my decries,

Deny no more, the truth underneath your skin melted the past decade.

Wish me luck at the waiting verge of death, my sugar-coated mistake;

With violence, ask the fast-changing skies for thunderous miracle,

Less prayed but...