Memorandum

You’re made of frozen lead
Yet remain petit
I never thought I could win your spoils
Yet I have tasted flesh
All the pain you’ve freed from me
Has shed some light in my head

Prosthetic memories that I denied
Sealed up by a feral bitch
They never really murdered me
I only hid in my head

You got
What I needed
So I took for free
What I wanted
You needed
But I can’t set you free

If my hatred
Sets you free
Maybe then I would let me be
Return the favour you bled

Take it
Take all
I won’t receive
Anything you wouldn’t give
You made me believe in me
No more feigning my death

© 2006, Mosquitobyte