Empty

Grief and anger can find an outlet in strange ways.

There was once a man who believed

That his girl wouldn't mind if he cheat

And because she was going to be a mother

She couldn't do a thing about another

So he went and did as he pleased. 

Left her alone, refused to call home,

Dismissed her advice and her needs. 

Then ignored her and left her to bleed. 

She rose up from a deep, bloody rut

And smote him with all her anger and grief

Tore him apart piece by piece 

Then forgave him and took her leave.