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cruelty is its own master

 
fuck cruelly twisting from your knife of afterthought
I will spin my own tale of escape
you're addicted to me now
wicked turn of events in the poetic soap opera
and all the hens cluck in the peanut gallery

cunt blocked and used
I spit words of rebellion
carving out my rage
pain won't be my undoing
it will make me in the end

my tongue razor sharp
is fine-tuned to bring out the truth
in myself as well as others
I let it tear into me in hopes it will free me

gangrene has set in
necrosis of the truest love
I vow to see it to the bitter end

distractions come and go
they've even turned my head
I realize now no one will love me as my man does

so don't look to me for your happy ending
living together in some kind of ignorant bliss
cos I can't see me without him darlin




Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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