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miscarriage of justice

Writer: Kushi KumarKushi Kumar

welcome to my premeditated murder, my treasured mistake

the death of a bipolar affair after it once made my heart break

bittersweet feeling, how can I hate and be thankful too?

have you known an aftertaste that lingers like you?

maybe you made it all up, perhaps you did commit those fatal crimes

the crimson stain, a heavy price, why did you have to pollute my mind?

the world wanted you at your prime while I found you at your worst

you took me into such a dark corner where color was cursed

you loved me sure, but with a toxic embrace

guilt tripped me into staying in this place

evils cold grip held onto me all those months

sold my pride, my body, my soul in chunks

a silver ring carved with your letter, you needed to own me

abused by love, no force - my will was bent with empty lies, deceptively

words fall short, you wielded the knife

whispers now bold, young but was I so naive?

I reclaimed my throne, tables turned as I grew

faster because of the experience of you

cold to my emotions, I held the upper hand

and I slammed your ego where it couldn't withstand

guided me out of teenage life, made me a tough guy

did I sin? why are you still on my speed dial?

taught me the ropes, I am me because of you, not your deeds

releasing the storm, no longer bound, one side now freed

a stunning facade, contrasting the darkness within

miscarriage of justice no longer hung in the air between

you reached out as a friend, think twice before you dare the line

I now deal with one side of the coin, our boundaries are defined

I come to me today, all walls down

'I trust you freely, the guilt has worn out'

I no longer need to hide

the worst is over, it's been justified.


 
 
 

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