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Treacherous delusions
She act untouchable in her delusions of grandeur
but the kinks in her armor
are transparent. She lays wounded at the end of her own dagger
And needs not another drawn upon her in the slaughter
especially by a family member
or a significant other.
I did however came to discover
Her heart and mind burned asunder
In the flame of a former lover.
I however, of her kin and kind was witness to her sin
and sinister grin
during the times of her crime time and again.
I was offered no quarter
Through the affliction and horror
of this disorder.
Born with boiling blood to scorn.
She left everything in her wake broken, tattered and torn.
Fielty sworn, I still felt the vile anger of her scorn.
Forlorn despite my loyalty
I knew somehow in her paranoid
delusion,
she blamed me for her transgression.
Her chaos caused a cacophany of cosmic karma to come crashing on her kingdom
I knew of the inevitabiliy
of the atrocity that would befall me. Satistics would eventually
make a number out of me.
Another victim to this sick, sad insanity
that plagued our families history.
At the center stage a symphony
will play the final score to The Silva family a genetic tragedy.
I tried to stay away and out of it but she pulls me into a cold dark abysmal pit of despair
and it's become harder to breath through the treacherous air.
I felt years stolen from us because of her adulterous affair.
I've grown tired old and cold.
Physically my body was left feeling heavy emotionally and mentally.
"Judas" she called me and falsely accused me of treachery
Even though in reality she was the guilty party who perpetually lied about me to the family.
It's been spoken before that she's out of control this succbis has collected her troll toll
and in recompense continues to suck on what's left of my soul.
The propensity to her pathological lies are vast and impressive, no one is sparred from the insanity
she proudly flaunts around as a luxury. I've never been this low in my life before. Times are tough, I must be strong and not lack conviction in search for absolution.
For I have never come across such a creature of habit,
a fucking hypocrite so full of shit
she doesn't know when to quit!
I am forever lost and truly alone
with nothing to call home.
I don't believe anyone was ever truly been honest or upfront with me,
I believe that to be the real tragedy.
I thought coming to this family would be good for me. I thought it would be different.
But there is always cruelty and contempt.
I don't know what course to follow.
I wish my heart was hallow
cause all I feel is sadness and sorrow,
must there really be a tomorrow
what little life I have left to cast a
shadow.
What sin did I truly commit
to end up in shit.
I have never caused reason for treason
or alarm, nor have i ever been violent
enough to cause anyone this much
harm.
I harbor no ill will
despite the fight up hill.
I'm left in utter disgust,
must this really be the family to trust.
Just another victim of your molestations
I'm sure the next instctive thing you
would do is justify your actions
and hide your intentions.
E.G. Edifier
but the kinks in her armor
are transparent. She lays wounded at the end of her own dagger
And needs not another drawn upon her in the slaughter
especially by a family member
or a significant other.
I did however came to discover
Her heart and mind burned asunder
In the flame of a former lover.
I however, of her kin and kind was witness to her sin
and sinister grin
during the times of her crime time and again.
I was offered no quarter
Through the affliction and horror
of this disorder.
Born with boiling blood to scorn.
She left everything in her wake broken, tattered and torn.
Fielty sworn, I still felt the vile anger of her scorn.
Forlorn despite my loyalty
I knew somehow in her paranoid
delusion,
she blamed me for her transgression.
Her chaos caused a cacophany of cosmic karma to come crashing on her kingdom
I knew of the inevitabiliy
of the atrocity that would befall me. Satistics would eventually
make a number out of me.
Another victim to this sick, sad insanity
that plagued our families history.
At the center stage a symphony
will play the final score to The Silva family a genetic tragedy.
I tried to stay away and out of it but she pulls me into a cold dark abysmal pit of despair
and it's become harder to breath through the treacherous air.
I felt years stolen from us because of her adulterous affair.
I've grown tired old and cold.
Physically my body was left feeling heavy emotionally and mentally.
"Judas" she called me and falsely accused me of treachery
Even though in reality she was the guilty party who perpetually lied about me to the family.
It's been spoken before that she's out of control this succbis has collected her troll toll
and in recompense continues to suck on what's left of my soul.
The propensity to her pathological lies are vast and impressive, no one is sparred from the insanity
she proudly flaunts around as a luxury. I've never been this low in my life before. Times are tough, I must be strong and not lack conviction in search for absolution.
For I have never come across such a creature of habit,
a fucking hypocrite so full of shit
she doesn't know when to quit!
I am forever lost and truly alone
with nothing to call home.
I don't believe anyone was ever truly been honest or upfront with me,
I believe that to be the real tragedy.
I thought coming to this family would be good for me. I thought it would be different.
But there is always cruelty and contempt.
I don't know what course to follow.
I wish my heart was hallow
cause all I feel is sadness and sorrow,
must there really be a tomorrow
what little life I have left to cast a
shadow.
What sin did I truly commit
to end up in shit.
I have never caused reason for treason
or alarm, nor have i ever been violent
enough to cause anyone this much
harm.
I harbor no ill will
despite the fight up hill.
I'm left in utter disgust,
must this really be the family to trust.
Just another victim of your molestations
I'm sure the next instctive thing you
would do is justify your actions
and hide your intentions.
E.G. Edifier
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