your body reaches my eye
not to be love at first sight
but lust living a lie
to me you are not right
you lie inside your grave
as you tumble in the wash
quickly shall you learn
this love that you have lost
in sides of my own
to crumble in prunes
i laugh at your failure
you quit and in ruin
i suffered through nothing
to laugh at your response
of bordom and loss
and i couldn't be happier
