You left me with crushed confidence, a crushed beer can, and an empty deadened silence

that would annoy the deaf. There is enough life within these lungs to raise the dead or practically

raise hell on any given sunday. I have gone to great lengths to compromise and justify your lies,

or rather should I put it, crucify the only substance of your existence. All is in dissaray,and disorder now,

there is no solid ground to place my feet, no holy jurisdiction to vent to and I am sinking further

into the abysmall in this quicksand of life. Externally seperated from defeats and power struggles

most endure daily, but I am still under your biased regards. All I crave, all I ask for is peace

between us and I long to never again breathe the toxic breath of poison that has consumed my life

and has turned a heavenly haven into a horrible hell. Amidst the damned I am but blessed amidst

the flawless I am but flawed, I will wreak of havoc as the tumulterous jaws of my fortitude speak of

war and the most cruelest of punishments for you, if you should ever cross my path. I am but a man

leading a simple life in a complex land, if your twisted ways and your ugly head pierces through my veins

may your blood be the only bloodshed. Severed myself from all friends, drifting through this world alone,

the last thing I need on my to do list is some arrogant *&&*V&*^ calling the world his throne. I will release

your bitter memory from my tormented mind and draw a line between us, but I will never forfeit to your kind.

And if you should endure the battle between us hopefully you will have enough sense to just walk away and

leave the past behind. But if you should ask for more when war is a possible option, may the outcome not end

in your demise, may you keep your frail body so people can laugh at your feeble face, may you never grow blind

so you will always have a reflection to see your defeat, may you never grow deaf so that the people you struggle

against can shroud around you with bitter laughter, as laughter turn to tears, their words of precision bleeding

the tears from your fragile eyes. I hope it never gets to that extreme so may you never cross my path again

the wrath of a thousand scorpions entangled in maggots will eat at your flesh as I feed you with nothing but pain

and cut off any supply of pleasure possible.