You are a tragedy,
that was bestowed upon me.
You are a scar,
a painful memory that cut me deep.
You are a disease that marked my flesh.
I scrubbed your poison off my chest.
The stench of you seeping through to my crest.
My tub soaked with blood and guilt,
followed by the aroma of your filth.
You are a toxic disease-
after what you\'ve done.
Put me at ease,
and watch me load my gun.