Sleight of hand
Diagrams only
Confused
The many regrets basking
In a hand basket
Trying to stay warm
A smoking gun
That never missed
The kiss of death
Our long fought history that stained
Ace of spades
It’s best to just let it be
Game over
That dog won’t hunt anymore
The sun went
Down on us
Long ago
And I realize
There’s absolutely no
Turning back zero chance
Fabricated you and I
We may be blood
But we are far from
A perfect oneness
But what we had
Was never truly genuine
In my eyes a made up lie
To help us feel better
About the true likeness a
Maternal bond  
The differences that cloned
Between us
My hearts bitter
And my walls went up
To shield me from you
And the sick and twisted games
The theatre you held me in
Like a puppet
I was sick of the hurt
The way you dragged me
Through the mud
I find myself resenting you
Far to much
And I don’t want to be reminded
Of you and thee
Hatchet that will never be buried
Between us not in this lifetime