nail in the coffin

you were held on puppet strings

while I was assigned

wipe other people’s butts

even though I had more knowledge in my head

than anyone else there

as theory has always been my strong suit

despite reluctance to accept

power based on emptiness

this led me to avoid things

and it was poorly received

but the only reason was injustice

seeing things in the wrong rhythm

black and white, but still

undoubtedly denied

as if they were pie in the sky

eaten at the wrong time

before dinner, as I usually do

so I can swallow it through my

sensitive taste buds

surrounded by the darkest night

my thoughts became

the darkest too

I waited the longest

until the investigation is completed

but instead

it nailed me down

the coffin was prepared for two long years

and now I have been culled down

designed to be the one

out of my needs and wants

where you played the main role

and even if it was a long time ago

it still hurts and the effects will be audible

forever in my heart

were you the one who had it?

take revenge on me

in someone’s behalf?

if it’s about it, well

I hope it was worth it

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