I stutter, my lips bleed,

I stutter, my lips bleed,
I am weeping, my knees weak,
It is weekly till we meet again,
Every weekend is a trap for me,
What does he want from the blood he gave,
He is an occasional murderer, ain’t no mystery,
Nobody knows, he is the boss, his children lie on a patient’s bed, he is a bad surgeon.
All he did was for his family, in the end i am called a parasite for him,
I am scared as hell, if he walks to me,
I am done with,
My faith is bleak


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