you once where the queen of my eye but just between you and let's not sit here and pretend that all things don't come to an end your eyes were like that of the morning sun but I guess I should of called you Horus but now your time is done wait you don't get it this is who the whore is she saw that I was broken and damaged that my label upon me was use, abuse, and reuse yet she used that to her own advantage for her I was just there to amuse you can stick to being know as the whore who is yet bitch I'm Anubis and this time it's not pretend when I say it's time to meet your final end you could've been my queen of the nile that all those who looked upon you would've smiled yet you thought it funny to use me to fucking abuse me often times I look at my reflection dreaming of the man I wish to be of the man that I wish to eventually see and then I shatter my own perception into thousands of broken prices and when I look down upon my broken perfection the only thing I see a man's own damaged reflection scattered into thousands of broken pieces then you entered my life I thought things would finally stabilize that I had met my potential wife yet not too long did I realize that I was back in the viscous cycle of use abuse and reuse and that our relationship was nothing more than a ruse you can be the whore who is and I'll remain as Anubis as I continue my search for my own queen of the nile but instead this time one who makes me smile