BUT IT’S ME HE WILL FIND
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
The devil is inside of you
He took over your mind some time ago
It looks like you
But his, blood in you does flow
It sounds like you
But he’s clever you know
It’s your face I recognise
I soften inside
Then you I despise
But it’s not you
This can’t be true
Red fire burns
The twisted knife turns
Stabbed again right through my heart
Then I’m tricked
Oh he is smart
Like a wheel on a cart
Keeps turning
Same old thing
The circle of life like a ring
I reach to the bird
Fly away on the wing
But rather than high we drop altitude
Into the same den
I just ask when
But there’s no one to
heal
No love I will feel
This is real
Not a nightmare
As I woke up many times
Read between the lines
When will this be all over?
Why do I have to suffer?
No more trust
This lifestyle is a must
Like split wood or rust
Left out in winter
Cuts of shard glass splinter
Stolen crimes
Chains are tied
I just want to hide
But it’s me he will find
Copyright Fiona Cummings 2015
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