Convicted
You had zero remorse
Hijacked before me
You stole
What was rightfully mine
A calculated move
I woke from
A stupor
My derailing train jumped
Thee tracks
It just had to be
Me a splitting
Image of you
Your dark
Gospel cast a spell
I needed a recourse
Swinging for
The fences never
Added up
Duplicated you and I
What a shame
A white picket storyline
Wrapped up neatly in a bow
Where is my happy ending
Fact or fiction
Secondhand smoke
I should be
Six feet under
As the
Red moon burns
Disintegrates whatever’s left
I haven’t a clue
Only adds too
The pure distain I’ve felt
That’s plagued me
Has slowly ate away at my soul
The lore of wrong
That has glued itself to me
My immoral compass
I lost my direction
Before I ever knew which way to go
A mythical creature
I became
Some lie made up of everyone’s else’s
Body of work
Wipe the slate clean
And tell my a real story for once
The absolute truth
And keep your tireless fables for yourself