The shades
are pulled, the blanket is to the hilt,
Protective,
making me feel like I am back in the womb,
Preventing
me from everyone around me,
Hey wait,
they didn’t cover me, I did.
I read
somewhere, others being asses bring out your unsolved karma,
So the
fucking truth, for it was me all along,
Others,
they were just poor victims in my twisted game,
Game which
I think I win,and the one I bloody always loose.
So the nose
dive is mine, and so are the hidden layers,
Tagging
them to others just make it easy to deal,
I got to
love the vengeful,the revenge worthy,the nay sayers,
For all
they do, is show me a mirror, allow me to itch the scab, letting me peal
Not meant
to be lucid, nor to be profound,
Just the
profane, inane, the nasty, the usually hidden around,
The meaning
is just for me, and so is the truth,
Your truth
is only clear to you, others, you can never bound.
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