Grace - CANDOUR
Based On: Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood
You're just like every other man
I have you eating out of my cold hands
You look like you belong some where else
Tell me the truth, why are you still here?
I hope the ink in your pen never runs out
For your sake, I don't think you could handle that
I see a darkness behind your eyes take shape
Have you found your way to a no man's land?
Doctor, they say you're good at what you do
But how do you know what I'm saying is the truth
Honesty is a privilege, one I know I can't afford
Yet I feel the noose tighten, every time you fall for my words
I hope you never run out of pages to fill
For your sake, if that happens you might write on your skin
I see it begin to fade with the days
In your times of solitude, do you crave for some Grace
I can see you study my fingers as I quilt the tree of life
You ask me how I'm so good at it, 15 years is a long time
I can see you grow impatient, and ever so restless
Will it be enough if I just said I never killed them?
I hope you never feel the need to leave
For my sake, I think you would always come back to me
For I am Grace personified and she a reflection of me
You've never asked me my name, I guess I have to keep you guessing.
-auctor

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