Let's say I loved you. Let's say it because it's true.
Just a faint cloudy detection of a pulse, a whithering conception of your perception.
You practiced the chords of my being, you shook my control of the bar. You laid out my flaws like a battle plan, and you took the war to far.
You saw my depletion as an act of submission. You took every advantage of my saxicolous condition.
Burdened you were with this mission. To eradicate any sense of self with the slightest incision.
You built walls of fabrication, proclaimed my invalidation.
You concealed your intent to conive. To conquer, to strip, to deprive.
You left me a bogus flimsy. Without a single designation you dissmissed me.
Burned me out of person, mere smoke was I in a capitulated dispersion.
Left me in the backround as an obscured blur, without even the reverie of a cure.
You were the fallacy that rendured me maimed. Yet, I was left as the one to be framed.
