Break Me

You think you triumph over me

Cutting me until I bleed

Basking in in your victory you cannot see

That the victim is the beast to heed

 

Righteous rage has has turned into

A nightmare worth fearing

As the sword pummels you through

Your agonized screams are worth hearing

 

No peace to ever find again

For me, you make my blood boil

Silent blows are given and fallen

Because every time I see you, a storm roils

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