on the arm of the woman you strangled me for

on the arm of the whore you strangled me for

i see those pictures

of you on the arm of the whore you strangled me for

you disregard my pain

on the arm of the whore you strangled me for

you couldn’t even be bothered to repair the damage you inflicted

rather laughing and playing and dancing and flirting

on the arm of the whore you strangled me for

no regard for my well being

no regard for my safety

you lie and say, “I will take care of you. I will keep you safe.”

instead you strangle and punch and hurt

you ignore my pain, it’s too much bother

you can’t be bothered

you’re having too much fun

laughing and playing and dancing and flirting

“who cares about my wife,” you joke and laugh with your friends

“who cares that this is hurting her,”

“i don’t care, my family doesn’t care,” you laugh and flirt and dance and play

you scorn the woman you chose as your bride

you stood under God, Niagara Falls, the wonder of Nature

you declared to the Government of Canada

you wouldn’t make a public declaration in your home town

no, you were too ashamed

but you married me anyway

so now you pay

you pay for strangling me

you pay for punching me in the head

you suffer and you pay

you made me suffer

you broke my heart

now you pay

now you pay

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