There is a war raging inside you.
A secret genocide;
an internal homicide;
a battle you cannot win.
Where are your allies?
They have all left you
as you spin further down
the drain.
They left you
because
you have left yourself.
As you look into the mirror,
you see a stranger;
I see someone I once knew.
I don’t know you
and
neither do you.
All that is left
is the shell of a man;
sharper than glass,
harder than diamond,
absolutely sepulchral,
and hollow to the core.
I have touched you
and the glass began to crack.
And I can’t help
but wonder
if this was my fault;
your downward spiral.
It’s only a matter of time
before you break
and leave me
to pick up the
pieces.
Is this really worth it?
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 12:47 PM UTC
There is a war raging inside you.
A secret genocide;
an internal homicide;
a battle you cannot win.
Where are your allies?
They have all left you
as you spin further down
the drain.
They left you
because
you have left yourself.
As you look into the mirror,
you see a stranger;
I see someone I once knew.
I don’t know you
and
neither do you.
All that is left
is the shell of a man;
sharper than glass,
harder than diamond,
absolutely sepulchral,
and hollow to the core.
I have touched you
and the glass began to crack.
And I can’t help
but wonder
if this was my fault;
your downward spiral.
It’s only a matter of time
before you break
and leave me
to pick up the
pieces.
Is this really worth it?
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