The Perfidious


You once wounded me with a rusty knife.

I never knew you could do.

And now I forgot how to trust. I learned.

My body’s crimson red fluid was mixed with dirt. Bad Blood running through my nerves.

My poisoned heart pumps ’em.

There’s nothing else you can do.

You can never clean the mess you gave.

I’m not my old self anymore.

Everything in me had alter.

Because of you.


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