Perfect triumvirate. You, me, our love,

But passion soon died without majesty,

Muse, as I sit north of the Rubicon,

Recollecting Julius's strategy

 

Let us cross to a point of no return

Where former foolishnesses lay unmasked,

Let the die be cast, let those thrown die, lie,

Show the falsehoods that peppered our past

 

Spitefully conniving, you planned and schemed

Shunted goodwill from family and friends

Gaslighted, I accepted your false blame

Now it's my turn to dictate how this ends

 

Untethered. Will the future guard my truth?

Or be seen, unhinged fundamentally

There is only one course available

Crush quickly. Erase you from memory.