"DISTRACTOR"
The nostalgia of old bones draped under dead skin
Like a pile of leaves crowding at your feet
I've no inclination as to what I should do
It's not any less of what you inspire to be
You gave me such terrifying pictures of what's been conjured up in my head
How you were able to tap into my thoughts and read my grief
The whole time whilst being the thief
Betrayed but not broken
Bloodied but unbowed
If you stopped to think for once
Maybe you could save whatever is left of your heart
Let the blood gather at my feet
Lest I should sacrafice the truth for your deciet
I am no more the victim than what you portray yourself to be
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