Better Lot Than You

You fell and bled,
Made your bed,
But never really knew,

Just how much you thought,
And how little you bought,
To think I only grew.

You see the truth,
Means only proof,
Of what you make me feel,

How bad it looks,
Upon the silks,
Of crimson and of teal.

It makes no sense,
But it is immense,
What you think you are.

And it's simple to see,
You want to be me,
But I must leave this scar...

Leave me alone!
You simple bone,
You simply will not do,

Cause I've past the line,
And I now I bind,
With a better lot than you.

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© KayD [2006]