revenge

pulled the thread from my
unraveling my
tapestry of my
soul
where did he get my
how did he get my
why did he have that
kind of control

im so ashamed
i take the blame
i could not see
what had become of me

pulled the thread from his
unraveled his
patchwork of his
mind
he stayed in line
it was just fine
revenge was mine

lying dreaming loving stealing
he attacked me
and i turned the knife
on the next man
on a good man
so what does that make me?



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