What was once considered a safe shelter
now reduced to a battle field.
A hunger for power and control
A fight of survival for the weak
Stay strong or Die,
the only rule in this madness
Lashing tongues like whips
against feeble walls of hearts
Cruel sharp eyes
against eyes desperate not to cry
In this crazy mess
the constant need to find ourselves
to differentiate right or wrong
to know what is bad or good
its a total chaotic confusion
is this battle between us beyond help?
Sometimes there is peace
but it never last
sometimes its just a front
so that you can pull me deeper into the depths of darkness
In this constant struggle
you seem to disappear more and more each day
Always trying to destroy our only hope
trying to crush and break us beyond repair
but never letting us die
this slow and cruel torture
a revolting cycle that never stops
and seem to never end
Tears and blood strewed everywhere
is this fight necessary?
Must we keep hurting each other?
Must we be beyond help before this madness can be stop?
I don't want to fight.
I hate it.
But blinded by your misery and fury
you can't seem to let go....
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