23 Knifes To The Back
All that's left are just these scars upon my back
never thought that you would step all over, me.
I hope it was like walking on glass.
Your empty words are just lies unsaid.
The arrogance!
Silence! These wounds are fatal.
I find my self, left in the dark,
and sorrow files my heart,
rings a dissonant tone in the deep.
I find my self in the darkness,
I have been here, before.
An ego is much easier to kill, than a man,
fire, do your worst, I am left with nothing, anyway!
Smile, and tear me apart!
Your not better than this.
turn your back and clap them heels Dorothy.
Run away!
Take it all and go away!
I've been here before
doesn't feel the same, as it did.