he is a nightmare that i'm forced to live
even in my dreams
when he stands beside my 'friends'
and they laugh at his joke
that are aimed like a cannonball at me
i tell my heart that i'm brave
but even then he swings back my knife back at me
now there's nothing i can do
even if i stand up against his injustice
either way victory is reserved for him
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 11:44 AM UTC
he is a nightmare that i'm forced to live
even in my dreams
when he stands beside my 'friends'
and they laugh at his joke
that are aimed like a cannonball at me
i tell my heart that i'm brave
but even then he swings back my knife back at me
now there's nothing i can do
even if i stand up against his injustice
either way victory is reserved for him
This poem was written on March 23, 2026; 3:08pm and is part of "Ashes of Us: The Haunted Chapter".
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