They called you TG

It was him who once drew me choke
On a dozen red question marks.
I can't see it if since we spoke
Through the pain that this vision sparks.

And the other, whose words are vapor
Played with dozens of lives in my name.
I myself traced my skin like paper
And forever we split the blame.

Only you never spilled your hatred
Into artwork or scheming too,
Kept it separate, secret, sacred,
Only fed it to those two.

I'm no artist and no intriguer,
These are things I can't do for you.
But I'm tempted to pull the trigger
And to start our feud anew.

I'm no artist, but I'm a poet
I can pour this pain on pages.
You may think I am dirt, but know it,
I will curse you for endless ages.