Bare the Burden

[Paranoid Ecstasy]

I slowly crept around the corner just enough to see into the room.
My prior thoughts were confirmed it was "him".
How could she, after five years of being together?
Was I not good enough, or is she just a fucking whore?
To make it worse it was with him, the one friend I trust with my life.

Those fuckers! I started to inch into the room I knew what I was gonna do.
They'll have to pay.
That whore and Benedict Arnold wouldn't have heard me even if I had given them a warning shot.

With every moan my anger grew. I stood there with one tear in my eye.
I decided I would wait,wait for them to finish.
I wanted them to see me.
I needed to see the fear in their eyes, as they stare at me, their unmerciful angel of death.

They started to orgasm. The thought of how she would clench my hair as she climaxed sent a tear down my face.The anger, the hate, the pain it was unbearable. It felt as if there was an empty black hole where my heart once was.
It was too much.

I saw his head move foward, they were about to kiss.
I cocked the revolver.
I could hear their lips touch.
I aimed the gun.
They started to get more passionate.
I pulled the trigger.
My body fell to the floor, they were left to bear the burdern.