Wild Banshee Poem by William Mowell

I see your eyes they stare through me
Digging a hole, like a wild banshee
But there's nothing behind those eyes
And I'm through giving in to your lies

Cry and moan all you want
But don't think I will daunt
I'm not your personal shoulder
All you get is colder

I'm not going to be here when you need my love
I wont give a damn when he drops you like a glove
After all its what you did to me
Even though my love I thought you could see

All you wanted to be was free
But you didn't know that it came with a fee
This love of mine will soar again
And someone my love will win