The lies I wear,
On an average day,
Without a care,
My little game,
My selfish core is hidden,
As nobody likes the truth,
Which is why its overriden,
With my manipulative but lovely self,
It's easy to get money,
Nothing is too much,
This just makes it funny,
Cause it gives me such a rush,
Everyone lives on a string,
Strandled by my touch,
An unsuspected king,
In charge of everyone I know,
I brought myself to the top,
With my artful ways,
Nobody can make me stop,
I know everyone in my game,
I look them up,
Know their life,
Their favourite cup,
Anything could be useful in this world of mine...
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Blood On My Hands
PoeziePoems and the odd stories✍ ----- FYI- .)TW negative / sad subjects .) large range of subjects .) I may change or widen the aspects of each .)I'll post whenever in whatever quantity... maybe ill try and sort out my schedule . Thank you and I hope yo...
