By Damien Knight
you gave me passion, fed me lies
kisses were confused for affection
but it was all misdirection
and you the lord of demise
You tried to reap my love, dear
but you only bred passionate despite
you wanted a bedfellow instead I’m a knight
and I won’t cave to fear
year after year I try to let go
but the bitterness toward you grows
and one day I will be truly free
and forget all these fucked up memories
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