it's like a soulful sport to
feed the forgotten double face
you hide so deeply
your walls regret being built
but it's not their fault what happened
your white smile is irresistible
it's not that she couldn't resist
but she wanted someone who'd share
their mind with her, and gain knowledge
I guess she never expected trusting
a long forgotten mastermind, artistic
I'm to emotionally unstable to cry
but I can luckily regret your actions
since you only get correction from them
I watched as you tore her heart to piecer
limb by limb, emotion by emotion; dying
I tried to avert my eyes, but it was far to
interesting, I understood your actions
just by watching it, I never knew the passion
that was behind your work, I was relieved
there was nothing wrong with my pleasure
and yet there was nothing right about your doings
I tried to fly around just to revive her
she never liked me watching you
but I guess she can't argue
with the fly on the wall.
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