More than I

The only mastermind behind my own demise

This I admit a choice, not so wise

But who can know the truth of me-more than I?

Inside a mind of intense memories, lies a scared child

A lost soul, left here in solitude gone wild

But who knows the thoughts of mine-more than I?

Bitter broken promises fill the glass, now shattered on the floor

Anger so ramped, it is contained no more

But who knows the limits I can cross-more than I?

Revenge freely pours from my lips like wine

Who better to drink it up, drink up this pain of mine.

But what can put this broken heart a rest-more than I?


The End

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