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[*Blow_Don't_SUCK*]

He's my husband and I love him
But does he know my faith is fading
Am I to run away? Far away
Out in this city so sinful of pleasures and ignorance

He can never comprehend
My tirades of heart-breaking moments
And will my bastard son ever know
He derived from sadness manifested in an act
Nothing intentional for his life

He's my husband but do I love him?
Does flattery come with an incoherent facade?
A fairy tale where Prince Charming is a villain

What a humble husband, an artist for the human body
With the usage of his fists and hands
A painter's tools for beauty
An art heinous for its crimes

I'm my husband's overused doll
Operated by fear and caged by life
Watching days encompass night
And night entwine into day
Slowly fading away