Petals In The Grass
Fingerprints On My Memories
It still feels raw
After all this time
My assailants did commit
The perfect crime
Their fingerprints stain my memories
I was never dusted for clues
A darkened man is whats left
With an even darker muse
I curse the mirror
I curse my reflection
I curse the beginning
I curse my conception
A gross disregard
Of basic human rights
Damaged days
Damaged nights
They never paid a price
Or served any time
My assailants did commit
The perfect crime
After all this time
My assailants did commit
The perfect crime
Their fingerprints stain my memories
I was never dusted for clues
A darkened man is whats left
With an even darker muse
I curse the mirror
I curse my reflection
I curse the beginning
I curse my conception
A gross disregard
Of basic human rights
Damaged days
Damaged nights
They never paid a price
Or served any time
My assailants did commit
The perfect crime
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Fingerprints On My Memories
Fingerprints On My Memories