What you caused to die
Did my telegram never arrive?
Like the truth from your lips when you pushed it aside.
All those months in the darkness, you twisted the knife
Now claim clean hands, try to blind my eyes
I fell on the battlefield, then I bruised my mind
All the clues were left for you to find
But you never once looked at the damage you’d done,
To you it was over as soon as you begun
But I was scared to hear the door creak, scared to look you in the eye
Always waiting to hear your next crafted lie
So don’t try to reclaim us because I know the reason why
You’ve realised what you’ve lost and what you caused to die.
Copyright © Harry Clarke | Year Posted 2024
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