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Knife in my chest from the front out the back, spirit gone I fade to black,(0.00 / 0 votes)
Falling to my knees I bereaved,
My heart locked in a vice,
this time it's twice,
Nothing was what it seemed,
I'm under her guillotine,
Drenched in fear, how'd I get here?
The beginning was anonymous interactions spellbound by fate,
Awakening to true love my life changed from simple to great,
Trading everything in my steadfastness to risk checkmate,
I handed everything to this concealed angel on a golden plate,
Little did I know this was my biggest mistake to partake.
The return of my investment was a true testament,
Everything was real, she's perfect for me, so we made a deal,
My life for hers, only I didn't expect at the time,
I needed to her to say also her life for mine.
In our course she points ahead while sharpening a knife,
overtly laying tacks in my shoes, I feel miniscule pain calling her my wife.
I tried, she lied, I'm fried, she already died.
I feel, she's unreal, I'm persistent, she resistant.
I fall, she's squall, I bawl, she mauls.
No matter the drive to keep the love strong,
she wasn't there in the beginning all along,
My back exposed I give her another rose,
To show my loyalty the rose had roots to grow,
Everything I said was projected to my inner being to keep me low.
We had kids,
that'll price our love to indefinitely high bids,
Covering Demons with lids,
We're recovering from traumas revisited.
I had love,
Naming one of my own after a dove,
Protecting her like a glove,
I uncovered vulnerabilities that her mind control shoved.
She had malice,
Using every ounce of energy stealing my palace,
Her soul was calloused,
She has the dark triad and sadism built in to conceal her weapon, the gallous.
Lost and confused, abused in frost,
Dying slowly, lowly crying,
Shunned and isolated, created my refund.
Looking forward and outward,
never noticing the danger she wagered,
Backwards thinking I'm sinking,
She's winning and I'm only beginning.
I cover the eyes of the innocent,
It's the only sense of purpose I have now,
They will survive as my mind grows in dissonance,
She has her mindful weapons and I'm the fowl.
My back is turned protecting the children,
I know danger is behind, but I never knew,
I feel the pierced blade, I'm slowly releasing my kindred,
They'll be safe now, I'm distracting her as the blade falls through.
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