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Ich Du

“Ich du, Ich du!”

Those words meant nothing to you.

Nought but bindings

Tethering me to you.


Your loving face turned hard,

Your gaze hurting me like barbs.

“Ich du, Ich du!”

The words that bind me to you.


Your  ghastly glare

Evoking within me so much fear.

“I truly do love you dear,”

Barely but a long-lost whisper in my ears.


Your gentle touch turned cruel,

Forcing my will for you.

Screaming, “Daddy I love you,”

Like you always wanted me to.

“Ich du, Ich du!”


Your heart, as black as coal,

Crushing every inch of my soul.

So bruised, I could scarcely crawl.

“I hate you!” I screamed at you,

“Ich du, Ich du!”

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◄ Sickness Within

A Bipolar Mind ►


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