Gust

Passive aggressive, aimed for the throat
The incentive is always invisible
But I've found it simple
Muzzled minds seek naive eyes
Only to borrow limbs and keep the lights off

The reverence is malevolent
And the apology is always pathetic

Did you think I didn't fucking notice?
So much as you manipulated
The aftertaste of selfishness
Turns me back to being selfless
For your cause
And thanks to you I have no fingerprints
Only bones to be picked

So tell me what you're kind to me for?
I'm sure you've denied yourself as much as I have
People like you take and rot until the end
Until the end, until the end, until the end