Many knives stick out my back.
Betrayal is something I have on tap.
Which one will I pull free next?
Judge, jury, executioner.
What will be the punishment I deliver unto ya?
Smile as vengeance becomes mine.
Vent my spleen.
This is my dream.
Tied in knots.
From what you’ve wrought.
Patchwork quilt across my chest.
Baring scars I did not deserve.
I wanted peace.
You wanted victory.
Torture was delivered even as I grieved.
With no pause.
You flooded and controlled.
My mind is frayed.
Redubbed most betrayed.
Twenty years my sores still seep.
Yet no longer do I feel cheap.
I can say I am finally free!
Dark and good like Edgar Allen Poe!
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