I can’t begin to tell you
How much it hurts to say this
I can’t allow it anymore
The nagging, constant madness
I know that all of what I say is true
But because you hold a broken mirror
You insist the blame is not on you.
I can’t allow the darkness
That resides within your heart
To creep it’s way within my own
And tear my soul apart.
You’ve broken everyone around you
And tout that you’re a hero
But you have only caused destruction
As my patience reaches zero.
I’ve got nothing left to give you
After every second chance.
You’ve taken everything I have
And still continue your war dance.
If war is what you wish then fine
I’ll show you what it is to be divine.
Just don’t hold your breath this time
Because the air you breathe right now is mine.
About the Creator
Arthur Armstrong
A being of duality, poetic irreverence, and maddening nonsense.
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