Served on a platter
My feelings didn't matter
Refrain I implore
You tasteless dark whore

During that moment
Consumed by a thought
Unsatisfied hunger
You must've a plot

Happiness of another
You steal without guilt
Leaving them a flower
Inevitably
To wilt

They say the karma train
It stops at all stations
I'm not yet convinced
Through your malicious flirtations

Your heart has been draped
With a darkness confused
Leaving you bitter
Spiteful
Amused?

One day I can hope
That you bear your own cross
Maybe then you will see
All the good things you've lost