Your Beast, Not Mine

June 5, 2015

Your Blame offers an attack I can withstand.
It slobbers and slavers at the end of its rope.
Summon it back to you. It’s my only demand.
My mind is not your possession to grope.

 

It slobbers and slavers at the end of its rope
In a reckless attempt to tear me apart
My mind is not your possession to grope.
Don’t pin this on me. I didn’t break your heart.

 

In a reckless attempt to tear me apart,
You fling accusations and slander.
Don’t pin this on me; I didn’t break your heart.
Take the Blame yourself. It isn’t my cancer.

 

You fling accusations and slander
Like some perverse food for this beast.
Take the Blame yourself. It isn’t my cancer.
On your conscience may it feast.

 

Like some perverse food for this beast,
Not any monster of my creation,
On your conscience may it feast.
You created your own damnation.

 

Not any monster of my creation,
Your Blame offers an attack I easily withstand.
You have created your own damnation.
Summon it back to you. It is my last demand.






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