I have grown beyond you.
I could play your trifling games,
but I prefer to burn this bridge
and watch it fall in flames.
I have an illness of anger,
burning at my mind.
I fought at your side as blood,
only to be maligned.
Once where I saw my friend,
I only see a snake.
You are behind me,
I leave you in my wake.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC
I have grown beyond you.
I could play your trifling games,
but I prefer to burn this bridge
and watch it fall in flames.
I have an illness of anger,
burning at my mind.
I fought at your side as blood,
only to be maligned.
Once where I saw my friend,
I only see a snake.
You are behind me,
I leave you in my wake.
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