Destruction I built
I've been drug down below the waters,
Chocked by the heavy smoke,
Burned by sharp blades of fire,
And scalded by the water I boiled.
But I have never let myself down,
Or let myself trip on the struggles,
The pain has been real,
And the amger in my eyes true.
But those who have fallen by me,
Were the closest I had,
And when all seemed black,
I fought back.
Creating the illusion was all I had,
To force the entendra of my being,
And to cover up the nakedness insde,
There are few to climb the wall.
And here I am,
Standing in the destruction I built,
Broken I lay,
Hoping for a chance to rebuild.
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