Two Swords Part Two

The fight will be long. In order to gain control. Rage, will leave me broken. Sadness, will leave me choking. Hurt, will cut righr through me. And Love, will be my only tokens. A locked box will never be enough. For They will tear right through. For They don't want to be left unspoken. A race to win my mind, but Still I won't give up this fight. It will leave my crying and confused. But I refuse to be broken. Curse These wretched emotions. You Won't gain control of this mind. Two swords in my hands, both made Out of Love. The only one that can Hurt me the most. And yet, I Must still keep Them close. Because if I must go through with This war, Love si the only token I'll have to win this fight.