Victim(s)
Yeah, I did it.
I was sure that you would discover, so I hid it.
Under the stairs, where our secrets lie.
You made me cry, but I made you cry as well.
Why?
Did you make me do it?
Go through with it?
You made my hand cut it as you guided it with your,
Gilded heart. A graven image.
It beat so golden,
I had to hold it in,
my hand.
As the blows landed,
I demanded you answer me.
Finally!
Tell me the truth.
Set me free.
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