the terrible part II

still sucks

look at them

the fists now cuffed to the ends of my arms

they are rough

capable now not of beauty but doing terrible harm

 

 

look at these eyes

no more gloss or color divine

now only dry sand and gray

i look through them as though they aren't mine

 

 

 

i promised you when

i escaped the endless road

id return with swift vengence

and return that which is owed.

 

 

i find i cant do it

i find i'm unable to.

now i reserve that monster for me

instead of for you.

 

 

die on your own.