Trust
I let you take a piece of me you tear untill theres nothing left,
i become your feast to which you feast with no regreat,
crying no tears for me feeding me all of your doubt,
wating for my eyes to open so you can gauge them out.
my destorted outlook that looks at me through broken glass,
iam forced to eat spting blood in all my laughs.
pain is makebelive just a spell that you have cast,
dying in my mask of smiles iam alone atlast.
Copyright © Chris Wager | Year Posted 2017
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