I Shall Call Her Murder

You are so hollow,
So please just swallow your pride,
Let's get this over with,
Hand me that shovel baby,
Oh no,
I ran out of memories,
To bury with your threats,
To bury with your cold and lifeless turtle's shell.
Just bow out gracefully Hun,
Your time is over,
The dawn has come,
And I awaken to an empty closet,
That once held those dancing bones,
That kept me amused through my rainy days.
The haze will feed on what's left of this former "us"
Just go and sing to your hopeless New Year's Sweet Heart.
I shall call her murder.