Already down I am, under a trap
so well prepared,
The vines of my existence contort
constricting your body and soul.

It hurts to see you hurt like this,
it was all just a lie, we’re confessing our torments.

Already down under your great curtain of spite,
It hurts to see how much you cared not,
Still, you forced me into this and I said: “alright...
I’ll do this...”

Now I regret loving you in any way
Already down, under your murderous tears
I can comprehend and I am with you, oh,
poor deceived soul!
As if I ever meant anything to you!

But another try, another gal’ to hurt.
Already down under the cover of skies
you somehow won.
I’m reading and learning about your ways,
regretful acts of ******,
Hatred and spite.

If I am still wondering why all that
then I am a fool!
“It was for your great palaces, you great fools,
kings and lovers!”

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