Jane No-Name

Tell me not to stay, for this no longer seams ok.
Misery is here, stitched like the girl you are.
Is this what I am to make of all your ramblings and patterns.
You to fade, is for me to no longer to be in this jar.
But in the end, I am only a liar.

You hid, you escaped, you stayed for the pain.
Always returning to bring me down, for a laugh.
Bringing me down, you were always good to go.
But in the end, you were to slow.

Talking only makes the problem worse.
Maybe that’s why we never stopped talking, always squawking.
Explaining how you would celebrate and decorate my hearse.
My grave stone you are chalking, and you still kept talking.
But in the end, we both asked for it.

Now the alcohol poisons, and no longer brings ecstasy.
The cloths fall apart, and no longer brings sight.
Heads once held high, now drape.
We are both to blame, and we cannot escape.