Turned him into me...
the greatest devious comrade
Fostered him to mirror me
to repeat what I have done
Taught a snake to bite me
so now I say 'well played, bud'
I shouldn't have told you my secret
now you're using it against myself
I shouldn't have equipped you with my sword
now, I go unarmed as you stab my soul
I knew you were trouble
still, I taught you to be worse
I molded you into a liar
to defeat me with your truth
I trained you to put out a fire
now you burn me with the cold
I fed a famished stranger
now you deprive me with ardor
I created a monster
now you haunt me in my thoughts
You have become me,
that now, I think I can't defeat,
So congratulations!
You're my greatest downfall, buddy.
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In memory of...
ŞiirPoems of the fallen and for the blissfully broken. Dedicated to all hopeless that were once happy of hoping. May we all sit back and devour these words and rhymes as we once again reminisce our fortunate unfortunateness. I solemnly pray we all share...
