Stupid Me Stupid You (Wow Its Bad) Poem by Nyl Revol

Lying on the cold cement
Red surrounding me
Spots in front of my eyes
I think
About what we did
And the cards you read
'Fool.'
'Death.'
'Devil.'
Fool for beleive
Death for acheiving
Hell for knowing you.
How much I kept from you
That I now wish I told
Now that I only have a few,
I will tell what I cannot hold.
You made me sad
You made me cry
You made me hurt
And now, you are making me die.
Myseterious
Furious
Depressed
So I repressed.
You hurt me
And now I must die
And in my last moments
I admit, I lie.
I love you.
Goodbye.