Little crisis in your mind,
Shattered nerves that try to bind
Your thoughts, sheltering something that is mine.
Shatter, goes the words she speaks
Broken are the actions you seek
Hidden treasures you had are
Now under the anonymous creak.
Little crisis in your mind,
Silent is the woman with secrets to hide
Golden, are the things you seek
Sheltered by the mystery under the anonymous creak
Little crisis in your mind
Attempts to solve problems in time,
But silence is the clue you had,
And her words are always mine.
Little crisis in her mind,
Words she can no longer hide
Her voice is forced down by my eyes
Shatter, goes the words she screams
Frozen, she stays traumatized at the seams
Interrogated, she may always be,
But the secrets she hides
Are buried for me
Little crisis in her mind
The sociopath to whom she signed
A contract, of which would bind
Their thoughts, their mind, their trust (my trust) for a lifetime
Little crisis in their minds
Unknown of the game that intertwines
The sociopath, the treasure they hide
Under the anonymous sign
Major crisis grows in time
Of a mystery speaking of signs,
Of drama hiding the crime,
On silence, the only clue,
for a sociopath, never for you
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