Back stabbed


A dirk in your heart

Venom in your mind

You can’t even regret when you are

Killed by your own kind


Which you have in them


Which is their weapon against you


Which you have on them more than yourself


Breaking it, for them is nothing new

A dagger in your chest

Spleen in your sanity

You will be left hating yourself

Amazed on their insanity

Drenched in your own blood

Stabbed by your own

You will too stand crying near your corpse

Like I stood near my body.

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