You wish I was Dead

You don’t or never cared.

About this one-sided affair.

You wish I was dead,

For the secret to end.

I’m the thorn in your life.

Sharp-edged like a knife.

The devil you made a deal.

To keep the secret, conceal.

I have proofs and evidence.

Every aspect of its existence.

The contract we made.

A sweet lustful of a trade.

You’re unable to deny.

That I, who you rely.

Who made your life a little bit easy.

In exchange for something greasy.

You have a debt to pay.

So, you can’t go your own way.

Here’s the knife I have on your neck.

Then here is my neck for you to check.

I’ll indulge your every taste.

Cherish without any waste.

Strike now for the killing blow.

But you clenched down below.

You cried, moaned, and enjoyed to accept.

The wrong will no longer be correct.

No longer wanting the life before.

Remembering who you are doing this for.

But in the end, you still wish was dead.