Stolen

Stolen

Slit my wrist and close my eyes
The hate that you felt turned to despise
You drew thine sword and tore my lies
Undoing all the woven ties
I tried to hide and turn my back
But my intentions were clear

I sought to find your middle name
To find the spell and reverse the pain
You slit my wrist and stole my fame
What a dear old treacherous mistake
I found revenge and took the bait,
You were far too late

The time you took to write my book
Full of fear-fuelled lies that you mistook
All I know is blood runs cold
And derived from tales so long and old
The fury came right down the line
It unfurled in you.