A Piece, My Peace
A piece I gave;
Myself away.
Reckless night.
Essential mistake.
A piece,
A piece,
My peace.
Oh, anxiety..
When I wake...
In my sleep,
In his dream.
What an awful dream!
And that nightmare
I should not wake.
But thank,
He,
Who claimed my peace.
Remember another time.
A psycho boy
Misused a toy.
Abused a toy!
Not a toy
Not a toy.
Remember that this time.
Remembered it.
Can't forget it.
So it's not you,
Nor me,
It's him;
Another him.
I should thank him,
He cut away the dead leaves.
I spit on his grave.
Cut out his face.
The bastard ENTP.
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