Your foul jelly half, of our once combined heart.
I'm releasing, like you already did but with our love.
From me, from us.
All I had left was jelly and heart that you deviously left behind this land.
Wondering though, why it's still your half that's red.
Attempting murder while I was already sick was not wise of you.
Don't really know what I've turned into by your torment.
But we all know the saying from a very smart man.
Whatever doesn't kill you, simply makes you…