Game Over

I was never able to see so clearly. My view constantly obstructed by your hands. As you kept my eyes closed. But now as I watch you walk away. I can finally see clearly for the first time in a long while. Now it's not so hard to cut ties with mere memories. As I watch you sink into the trenches, falling victim to your own disease. The grass isn't always greener on the other side. Especially when you fail to take the time to fertilize. Fertilze the ground that you have laid beneath of your feet. You mistake my silence for weakness. This is when the cliche, "actions speak louder than words," truly speaks. I will no longer cling to the strings that kept wrapped tightly around my shoulders&knees. One scream,"It's over." I will not allow myself to be fed by the hands of the likes of you. The game is over. How quickly will you succumb to the quicksand that lays underneath your feet. Trembling. How does it feel to stand on shattered knees? What's it like to fall straight backwards onto the sword that you buried deep into me? Your final days are brewing like the sweetest tea. This will be our final confrontation. Revenge is a sickening feat. But I have never felt so bloodthirsty. As blood runs black. I will watch you oh so closely. I hope you never forget me.