Wash The Wickedness From Beneath My Fingernails – Wrapped In Words

Nerves twisted in an array of directions,

Words stolen,

Plagiarised from those of saner mind,

Perpetual larceny,

A lie I live within,

Like the flesh that covers my rotten frame,

A plague I call life,

A life where my hands are those of a coward,

My suicide impossible,

A memory,

A dream,

A lie,

That’s what he made me,

That’s why I fought back,

I would by die as easily as he wished,

As he wrote me to,

I will be the survivor,

And he will be the victim…

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