I.S.D, I Forged Her Poem by Gabriel Crow

Insane,
In control,
Insecure,
Entombed,
Insincere.

Sinless,
Sinuous,
Singer,
Sinister,
Singularity.

Dearly,
Deafer,
Deacon,
Deaf.
Dead.

Yes, that is what she said,
'Dead'
I don't understand why,
I don't think i ever will,
But how come I got caught in her lie.
Her life, insane, sinless, dearly
I apologize
If she happens to realize
That I made the mistake
I hope i can forgive myself
In my love, I forged her.
And now i hate her.