I feel slightly slighted by your sleight of hand.
I am sinking quickly in your shifting sand.
Our house is built on a foundation of clay.
You even stole my torch, I have lost my way.
You have a deck of cards hidden up your sleeve
and you took the keys, so I can never leave,
You drained the water from the river today,
dashing all my hopes that I could swim away.
You commit yourself to perfecting dark art.
On a rusted chain, you wear my broken heart.
You have quelled my spirit, left my life in shards.
Just for spite, you cancelled all the credit cards.
Maybe someday I'll escape and walk in the sun.
I'll saw through these chains before my day is done.
If that ever happens, it will be a ruse.
You'll be standing at the gate, holding my shoes.
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