Lost the war

Your arrogance and ignorance is almost funny, but the world is not mine and you are merely a human being. How dare i expect more from you than the same pitiful display of errors that plauge those of the exact same birth. Perhaps I have overestimated your very talents, deluded by the false love you have merely pretended to shower me with, a wolf in sheeps disguise despite the merits you may at first seem to harbour. I fell for you, I throw my hands in the air for violent affection, I admit that fully bound by honesty you have my heart and despite the hurt that you endeavour to bestow upon me I am cursed an addiction to you and you alone. I have no choice in my connection to you it is but an involuntary urge to satisfy that only your touch can render cured. And yet you toy so brutally with my mind almost as if not even seeing your wrong doings. Blind perhaps by choice to the outrage you have ignited inside me.

 

Your tounge is laced with enough acid to burn the strongest soul, and my strength has long since been diminshed by this constant onslaught. Well placed words are a mans best weapons ive always said and despite the context being basic you have found a way to thrust your sword with just the same skill as any trained blademaster. Each carefully processed swoop aimed with a terrifing precsion almost as if you've clambered into my head and read the soft points of my brains very surface.

 

You may rest easy though, I am left with no more response than that of a murdered baby. You may have your way and any other way that falls into your mind, my resistance to you is futile and I am done for way of challenge in this war. I surrender myself to the wims that so entertain you if for a moment it means a silence to the damage. So hold yourself proud your sucess is more visible than the flaming embers of my shattered ego.