False-Hearted Lullaby

I think still of you, as I lie here in sleep
Of passion, aggression, and a hate which lies deep
Within my soul, my broken black heart
Lurks a loathing which threatens to tear me apart

I thrash at the thought of your deceitful grin
And how it has caused me such pain within
How I crave to be relieved of these tormenting thoughts
And I wonder, what motivated your ruinous plot?

I detest useless tears as they slide down my face
As I tear at the seams of my moist pillow case
My heart, as a flower, has wilted within
And burns with the hurt of your unfeeling sin

I cannot forgive you for what you have done
For you are the reason I have loaded my gun
And perhaps after my blood seeps into the floor
You will forget me, and live happily evermore