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A Pawn In His Game Of Chest
I was just a pawn in his game of chess, A piece to be moved, discarded, no less, Spent and broken, my heart laid bare, His true colors showed, revealing the snare. He took what he could, left nothing behind, A useless soul, abandoned, confined, On the side of the road, used up and torn,…
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When You’re Dealing With Darkness Head Back Towards The Light.
In shadows deep where whispers dwell, I tread a path where secrets swell, A mind so sharp, a heart so cold, A master’s touch, deceit unfolds. His eyes, a mask of gentle grace, Conceal the lies that lace his face, A puppet’s string in every glance, I dance to rhythms of his trance. With words…