Darkness creeps through every ridge of my spine
Ridged as I may be, they took what was mine
Or Was it truly mine? Was it a self imbued dream?
You can’t keep what you never had…or so it seems
Do what’s right, you’re damned in their eyes
Every story needs a villain, a scapegoat for lies
Am I the villain in this story? Or am I simply a fill in?
Wait…where’s that knife again? Oh, yes…it’s still in
My bleeding chest, my heart left rotting
The only dialysis seems to be late night jotting
I’m stuck…I’m resigned to simply be silent
Not because I want to be…but it seems there’s no use trying
Am I the villain in your story? Or just another excuse for you to hide behind?
I’m yours for the killin’, just make sure to leave a piece of me for my wife to find
You are loved.
You are valued.
Confessions 