by Nick Gisburne
Abandoned and forgotten, here I am.
How fitting to be found again, by you,
The least of those who never gave a damn
If any of the lies were ever true.
You weren’t the one who put me in this place.
They wouldn’t even let you lock the door.
So why return today, to show your face,
Without the smirk, the sneer, you showed before?
The others? All behind me, all your friends.
I gave them quite a welcome, one by one.
I promise they were perfect, painful ends.
With you, the last, the gang will all be gone.
I never needed anyone, you see.
It’s not a prison when you have a key.
