BRENDA'S SPLINTERS

Brenda is dead
Yet alive on the highway of painful numbness
Brenda is free
Emancipated to breathe the air of bondage
Bound in the chains of amorous revenge

Justified! I gave my heart out sincerely
My affectionate fragile heart
Broken, mended and shattered
Its splinters all I cannot find
My aorta of love ripped off

Oh Brenda does not have a heart anymore
Hers made of glass I choose to confess
Love died childless she claimed
Delilah she lauds, Juliet she damns
Brenda's conscience on a trip, now in charge

Yes to love not is freedom
Now I just laugh when he approaches
In different shades, heights, faces and sizes
With derisive versions and editions of lies
The latest editions still stale though

Brenda does not trust a man anymore
Hers is to sting and bite now
Stakes of hate she drives into men's heart
Brenda's visions of marriage now blurred
Her ways a scarlet woman to condemn

Justified! I use them and have fun
Have many chained down lapping like dogs for poisonous pleasure
True love? Don't tell me that now
I just took  a dose of my anti-retro viral drugs
Watch as we wretchedly waste away willfully

Brenda now lies in the grave
Yet she is alive
Nurtured in the veins of these philanderers
Brenda is gone
But with a catalog of careless Casanovas