Life and I were at an Impasse,
Dueling over the proper way to make this sacred thing last
You see...
The bond we share is the stuff of fame.
I rush to claim my Love my Flame
But in storybook fashion, Life doubles as Tormentor & Bane
Consuming joy but nursing pain. Why must we play this game in the Devil’s vain?
Answers I beseech,
Until Fury unfurls to fevers peak
Haven’t I given enough? I ask Life the Leech
This parasitic curse with which I was bequeathed
Life bellowed back sweeping firm ground from beneath me,
“HAVE YOU TRULY GIVEN YOUR ALL TO ME?!”
...Her Catapult words mark Gibraltar’s fall -defenses stall...
I haven’t an excuse to give or an aide to call...
Had I truly begun to live imprisoned by lack of passion?
...That’s Death to a wiseman if you were to ask him...
Did Life try to teach me only to receive apathy as a reaction?
I mull over words. Accepting the hurt that is fact
I had once turned back towards existence
Forsaking what was sacred without plea or repentance