Slow Murder

I don't know where all the pain came from. It was just kind of there when I wrote it.

                                                    Slow Murder


                            Kicking and screaming and writhing in pain
                      'Til I'm hoarse in the throat, rendered nearly insane
                                Too tired to think, no life left to fight
                                I lay and I sob, cry out to the night
                            Heaving and gasping, no air left to breathe
                                Panic sets in and I rise to my knees
                          Cry out your name but you pay me no mind
                                No love left to give me, I know your kind
                                You turn your head and you walk away
                                Your words slap me, "some other day"
                                        Another day there will not be
                                      It's too late and you cannot see
                                                  That you have
                                                        Slowly
                                                      Murdered
                                                          Me.