Juliette

She murdered me in the Spring
Late at night when no one was looking
She took my love and twisted it into an attack
Killing me and calling it self-defense
Killing me and calling it justice
But make no mistake
She murdered me

She murdered me in the Spring
And yet, somehow, I go on...
Stuck and enduring--
A thick vapor too dense to disperse
Forever wounded
Conscious of a crime I cannot avenge
Stuck in hellish limbo

She murdered me in the Spring
With cunning calculation
With devastating precision
She found the soft spot unprotected
And plunged her sharp, serrated words deep inside
And, slowly and painfully, I died

All I could ever do was love her
And that was an offense
And she punished me for it
Day by day she punished me
But one day punishment wasn’t enough
So she murdered me
And although I somehow go on and endure
I don’t get to be me anymore...