Laughing While Grinding Axes

The lane leading into the alley was lined with weeds False intentions masked by good deeds The end of the chosen route turned out to be dead Too many conversations for one man's head So he began snapping at friendly fingers From the corner he had backed himself in Lies falling from his mouth with every drop of the chin I bent so far back that my blades touched the ground Then you stepped on my belly and jumped up and down One thousand times you could of broke my back But my heart may never heal from your malicious attack You wielded my graciousness against me in battle and won The battlefield before you lay barren Clinching your weapon there were no signs of spoil from this war You began to wonder what exactly it was you were fighting for Now that everything has fallen silent and your head starts doing the math A lonely existence results from an over cleared path Standing alone on your island with every bridge burnt Will the pain from your decisions be your lessons learnt You board a small craft that is solely equipped with a grinding wheel Never knowing what it is to to be even keeled Did all this come to fruition just yesterday Or have you always been slowly drifting away The name of your boat reads sociopath As you grind your axes with a wayward laugh