Binded in shackle like when two lives become one
My body, Nolleyed Artistic values she painted
And designed my back with a three mouthed brush
Her behaviour had a knife, and like cutting through a bulb of onions
Let me put this on the table, my eyes had no plural
Its singular use was to assist me shed tears
She promised she wouldn't do this, I know I was wrong
I treated her badly, but I never expected her to retaliate
Now shes walked out of my life, and just like before creation
My world is without form, dark and shapeless
Empty, like the brains of a new born