Confide in me
but don't stab from the back
It pains a lot;this cowardly attack.
Put the fence,where your house ends
defend not your acts;when even you cant keep a track.
The senseless activity;your hands are all black.
Why have you turned to be such a bane?
The people who cared for you;now wish they never knew,
the devil that resides,
your dealings;he decides.
The turmoil at peace and your spirit is on lease.
Regain your sanity;cease this opportunity.
Confront what is invisible but can be felt
snatch the place where you had dwelt.
Sit back now and probably plough the field in the bastille
Or think of how to find a way out
neither to be caught;nor leaving your astral to rot...
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