I yield my sword
against my undying foe
and he doesn't even flinch
unbeknownst to him
that i am capable to slay
where does his false security lie?
oh that's right,
he was immortal
his wounds heal
and when it does, he strikes
where i am most vulnerable
he doesn't need a sword
because all he ever needs
is his words
he can make my knees tremble
and his wicked grin
can make me turn away
against this undying foe
who am i to say?
he can conquer my thoughts
with a snap of his fingers
he laughs as i dance around
his petty little games
how can i end this
when my undying foe
resides in my head?