ZIGGY

Treachery

Lost unabsorbed amongst my 

Kindred, a man not a beast 

Come take your want have 

Your feast at my table as I 

Lay underneath as you fed me 

Scraps from my own plate as 

You serve me my fate 

 

I care not what comes next 

Knowing the best has long since 

Left, your plesent dreams are my 

Fading screams driven to dispare 

 

Don't offer me hope or I may choke 

It's very presence undress its 

Unworthy charms 

 

The limitless bounty that was my belief 

Now chewed up spat out, lies unwanted 

By any hunger on that very plate that 

You offer me now. 



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