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Backstabbers
Everywhere I turn backstabbers dance
around me in their masks
in the light of my ridicule
they laugh and happily bask
their betrayal schemes are impenetrable
the codes I can't seem to crack
their footprints point in so many directions
that it's hard for me to keep track
I can feel the sting of their eyes
burning holes deep into my back
compassion for humanity is
something that they lack
I can't explain how it feels to receive
the blade of a jack knife into your spine
paralyzing you from the waist down making you wish
that you could rewind the capsule of time
if you look deep into the eyes of these black hearted devils
then you will see what I mean
they'll try to pry your freedom from your cold, dead fingers
making you want to scream
how many knife marks can possibly be imprinted
before you run out of room?
trust me I've lost count numerous times and till
the day I escape out of misery I will silently croon[/font]
around me in their masks
in the light of my ridicule
they laugh and happily bask
their betrayal schemes are impenetrable
the codes I can't seem to crack
their footprints point in so many directions
that it's hard for me to keep track
I can feel the sting of their eyes
burning holes deep into my back
compassion for humanity is
something that they lack
I can't explain how it feels to receive
the blade of a jack knife into your spine
paralyzing you from the waist down making you wish
that you could rewind the capsule of time
if you look deep into the eyes of these black hearted devils
then you will see what I mean
they'll try to pry your freedom from your cold, dead fingers
making you want to scream
how many knife marks can possibly be imprinted
before you run out of room?
trust me I've lost count numerous times and till
the day I escape out of misery I will silently croon[/font]
Published 9th Feb 2010
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9th Feb 2010 9:47pm
Well a lot of anger there...
very well expressed...
and quite the reality of this bitter world..
very well expressed...
and quite the reality of this bitter world..
24th Feb 2014 6:40am
I can relate to this alot, it reminds me of when I was bullied most of my life through high school and middle school. By strangers and people that called themselves my friends. But anyway, nice poem, I enjoyed it alot.
- Paige Rider.
- Paige Rider.
26th Feb 2014 3:01am
