From broken bones, To backstabbers.

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Well, I like to think of it as a poem about retaliation, By a bitter hearted person.

Submitted: December 18, 2008

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So there I stood,
With hopes high,
And arms spread,
Patiently awaiting the impending nothing.
Your promises fracture my burnt bridges,
And you thought you paid the toll?
So i'll silence your screams,
As if I owed it to you...
And i'll mend your bones,
As if you told me to.

Oh, Will this squad cease fire? (If they leave me breathless)
Will you pull the knives from my back? (If they leave me reckless)

So there she stood,
Beastly masked,
Behind the deceit that I made her swallow. (Yes, my love...show me your colours)
Empty hearted?
Grim?
Retaliation?
So i'll raise my glass,
Take the gift I have given you.
A literal knife in the back.


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