She Killed Me

Crass paper on which I write
Give me ample breath tonight
Breathing now is too much a chore
I have become fortune's whore
Kill me I have no respect for life
Slowly it taunts fresh souls of kind
Married together with killing thoughts
This girl has lied and through reports
Has soiled at one with he of kin
Beyond contempt of suspect within
I smell her lies and hate the taste
She had betrayed my happy faith
I'd thought that something was to be
This was before she lied to me
And thus with my sadness aroused
I write this drunk and blurry housed
Why deny a nothing truth
Unless something unjust aloof
Is bitter here within my heart
Waiting to tear my flesh apart
My girl I'd hoped you had been she
The one to bring comfort to me
Alas you were but nothing more
Then she that made me fortune's whore
With dying breath I bid you well
I have no grudge or tale to tell
I'd like to die and leave behind
This mess in which I myself find
But I haven't courage strength or sorrow
To kill tonight, forsake the 'morrow
Yet still I'll bid you all farewell
It seems I am destined for a hell
Which I know aught but of a book
The Bible which, if mistook
Suggests a kind of tortured field
In which sins crops the Reaper yields
But not for me, I'll seek the gun
That'll take me away from everyone.