Something buried deep
came out in the last line.
Didn't mean to say it the way I did,
seems I went over the top,
went too far.
But
I guess you chose your trial already.
You asked for this,
said I would break and crumble down.
How foolish. How can I break when
I'm already broken,
already crumbled,
already burned,
just a pile of ashes walking?
I tried, I really tried,
I promise that I did, and I'm sorry.
I did try before,
tried not to lash out,
tried not to let it out,
something buried deep inside.
But guess it didn't work out,
and that's all your fault.
Maybe you deserve my anger.
I wish I could say,
I tried and I won,
but I didn't,
don't want to lie to me anymore.
I didn't win,
I didn't succeed,
I'm not the victor in this game.
There's something buried deep inside,
something I tried to hide,
but I've lost my restraints,
lost my patience.
Guess I couldn't control it in the end,
the monster who laid in slumber.
Guess I can't control it after all,
after all this effort.
My monster's free, out again,
wants to devour you,
every darn bone,
until there's nothing left of you,
until you're forgotten.
Even if you run it'll hunt you down,
can't go anywhere,
there's nowhere to hide.
It won't stop,
I won't stop,
not until all who've hurt us,
not until every single one of them
suffers as much
as we have.
I won't control it anymore,
won't try again,
you should've known better
than to test me again and again.
This ain't going to work,
not now,
I'll never stand down,
not anymore.
The monster,
it'll never be full.
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Poetry of Death
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