I've fought this,
Fought you
For so long
I'm not sure how to live
With out fighting
Will my heart feel
As hollow as my insides?
What will be my purpose?
Will I be any use to you?
Will my eyes turn as black
As my now barren soul?
As endless days turned into
Empty nights I tried to pretend
That promises and prophesies
Were only words
Words that could not maim
That would not damage my fragile heart
As time passed each word was like a knife.
Cold and sharp. Brutal.
As the inevitable draws closer, I see.
My path has been altered
I must walk this path of blades
Leaving behind the comfort.
Leaving behind the light.
Leaving behind you.