Mark Gould - Nice Try

I have slowly faded,
Lies made jaded, Through pain
I thrive.
No longer under your sick little spell-
-Go to hell;
I'll meet you there smiling.
A weak will turned-
Your greatest nightmare.
Bluish scars coat my chest;
They bleed sometimes but
Strings of steel keep them still.
Your nothing but a
Fake
Like all the other spineless snakes.
I will break you with silence,
Kill you with kindness;
Behnd these words is a sea of hate.
Call me names,
Call me mindless;
Only whores understand
where you stand.
Like you said
It was infatuation, never real.
You tricked me into believing I feel.
The noose you tied has been cut,
The lies you fed, spit up.
Cutting steel with stone
Foolish little one,
You failed.

Mark Gould

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