Backstabbers

Everywhere I turn backstabbers dance around me in their masks in the light of my ridicule they laugh and happily bask their betrayal schemes are impenetrable the codes I can't seem to crack their footprints point in so many directions that it's hard for me to keep track I can feel the sting of their eyes burning holes deep into my back compassion for humanity is something that they lack I can't explain how it feels to receive the blade of a jack knife into your spine paralyzing you from the waist down making you wish that you could rewind the capsule of time if you look deep into the eyes of these black hearted devils then you will see what I mean they'll try to pry your freedom from your cold, dead fingers making you want to scream how many knife marks can possibly be imprinted before you run out of room? trust me I've lost count numerous times and till the day I escape out of misery I will silently croon By Glenn McCrary © 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)