tomorrow, we duel
(yes, that is pompous to say
- but you once told me my affinity for the dramatic
was something that endeared you to me.
was that a lie, too?)

neither of you fools know quite who you are dealing with.
your mythic ***** has teeth and will bite if prompted.
i don't think you understand what i am capable of.
and i definitely know neither of you recognize how frightfully average you are.

i carved a home out of my own broken bones,
i sang with the freezing january wind,
i walked along highways with nothing to my name but a backpack and an oversized teddy bear.

you do not know half of what i could do
-- and you never will.
you're not worth it.