Unic Cjonr (Capriborn 73)
Not For You To Know
Quick with the tongue.
Your words, an empty bullet.
Filled with pain, can splinter bones.
Your cursing shivers down the back of my spine.
Cruel intentions were not invented, crafted by the witch.
Borrowing into my skin.
I am wounded.
You are the rotten stitch.
You are the venom.
You are the snake.
You need not to byte to release your poison.
The sulphur in your breath can seldom be prevented.
My heart is a dark rose.
My thorns are even bleeding.
Corrosive is the blood, flowing freely, unstoppable.
Gaining momentum, crushing the petals.
Hammering the nails, rusted, into my soul.
I am feeding off metallic metal.
Preceived beyond the what is what.
The ever inside the never of my believes.
I cannot be deceived, when I was crowned the king of thieves.
What is left, right is unable to retrieve.
Sold by what was sold, bought by the freezing cold.
Creates the ice, protecting my lifeless heart.
So I tell what was told.
I chose pleasure, never you were my treasure.
Where I walk, next to silence.
I am being shaded by the light in grey.
The way from there to where.
Is a length and was a distance.
Not for you to know.
Not for you to measure.
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