Some are called villain for saying the truth
Some are called villain for they cared about you
Nevertheless we all are bad in someone's story
But he's wasn't bad practically if not in theoryHe's an fallen angel from grace
The molten Icarus his wings set ablaze
Those whom you presumed real were originally the fakes
Who'd just sweet talk you for your own sakeSaid they could die for you
What they did was lie for you
For you he's the villain you knew
For me he's someone who's trueNow that you've traded the original for the fakes
Like the fake Air jordans you bought by mistake
Instead of enriching they would be leeching your soul
Like those itchy cushioning hurting inside your soleTo forgive and forget everything he's not clemency canning
But he's too busy with himself for the revenge planning
Long before the victim card you drew
While antagonising him out of the blue
Remember he was the villian (guy) you once knewAbhishek/Apollo_guy
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PoetryTHE GRIM STORIES REVOLVE AROUND WRITER'S DREAMS AND IMAGINATION