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To the man with more power
The powder on your nose meant you were with him again, proving to be something you’re not
The intense smiles followed by monumental anger only proved the suspicions
Again, caught again but his empty sharp claws and the dark abyss of silent promises to fix life
Fighting the thoughts that he has you in his grasp once more, wrecking families while building his empire
The marks on your arms are the most painful confirmation, a constant reminder of loss
Your eyes, once full of wonder are now an empty shell of a darkened soul
Fat melts from your body and bones surface, sickness sets in before work after work before bed.. constant errands
To see you wither from me, the drool from your chin the nod of your head.
To save you would end his life
The man with more power than you
You shake when he’s gone, the tone of your voice deep and low but slowly thickens to a panic, you need him to survive
Try to stop you, try to be enough, failure hits harder every time you leave
You returned as ash this time, only you could have saved you
The man with so much power rolled you off, the trash you were to him
The king you were to me now on my mantle, may you finally rest
If only I could have fought the man with more power
KB-Bookie
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