Not Yet Among the Casualties
What adjectives can't describe.
When metaphors can't paint a picture.
Some turn to their liquid courage.
Others quote the scripture.
You insinuate that I'm not worth your time.
That I make you sick.
Know this!
You're absolutely right, I'm a prick
Made that way brick by brick
by those who have no soul
Those who only want control
By those who only pump self serve
I pity You.
I can honestly say that I meant every word.
How do I handle my demons, you ask?
I keep them on a choke chain out back.
only to break loose, run free
And be adopted by some other poor man
whose punishment doesn't fit his crime
The point of this is to say that I wasn't defeated.
That you didn't win.
However the odds are in my favor.
That this scenario will be repeated.
With another.
Attachment, not love
You are my brother.
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