Wrapped in the cloth of deception.
Is this what we dare to call inception?
Doesn’t quite meet the grade.
Might just be where we all wither and fade.
Pick at the scab and hope limits will be overcome.
To tread here feels like being blind, deaf and dumb.
Let our hearts beat without threat of imprisoning.
Bathed in salts and ashes of our kin.
All to exorcise how there was a win.
Condemnation scratched into our flesh.
These memories are stagnant, not fresh.
Pick at the scab and hope limits will be overcome.
To tread here feels like being blind, deaf and dumb.
Let our hearts beat without threat of imprisoning.
Not in your remit;
What a line to spit.
If only you would quit.
You’re just a hypocrite.
Obsessed and mad.
More than a tad.
Sting of the pain.
It comes like rain.
Torture and terror.
Look in the mirror.
You are the cause.
Composed of flaws.
Without a conscience.
Arrogant and pompous.
Pick at the scab and hope limits will be overcome.
To tread here feels like being blind, deaf and dumb.
Let our hearts beat without threat of imprisoning.