Wretched is your design,
life’s blisters run up your spine,
the flesh of another beneath your nails,
your words twisted within lies and fairy tales,
sedating your hate in worthless bars,
cover your flesh to hide the scars,
you throw your weight,
perpetuating your self hate,
losing your battle,
disenchanting the cattle,
and as you drop your veil,
showing a twisted mask so stale,
mesmerising us with words unspoken,
fractured reflections in mirrors broken,
we see the truth through your eyes,
for now you cannot hide behind your lies,
you’re a soul with its head dismembered,
a shadow of someone
who’ll never be remembered.


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