This is the last dark sonnet I shall write  Your lips aren't worthy of my pen's kisses I am sick of whining about our misses I reject your darkness for true light  Am I but Shakespeare's lover jaded?  He left words for me to give to you  But quite frankly, I'd rather you eat glue  Keeping your mouth of lies shut, you faded I turn my pen to a life more fruitful yielded This is the last dark sonnet I shall write Trust me, you don't want my words to fight  My heart will laugh at you as it's shielded I bid you adieu, old love, lost to the winded My mind stands strong and forever mended  

I am at war with you My love is forever true You leave me in disgrace  And without any place  What is love good for? Absolutely nothing solid So I remain quite stolid  I can't ask you anymore  I am at war with you  I am at war with love I don't care with who You puppeteer me above  This war, this love, this pain God, grant me life, I'm insane 

These chains and whips hurt Where has my sanity gone? I'm sitting here eating your dirt Hoping that it will soon be dawn  This sonnet is third in my misery  You don't even care about us  Oh, how love has become dreary Humiliation seeping out like puss You bit off my hand as I fed you   I hunger and thirst for any love  Because you ate my cake too Our love has become sour love The bondage of my soul to yours  Has me down praying on all fours