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In you come again rushing past like the hot winds of a volcanic explosion
Half dead, you've come to finish me as I scrape up the scraps of my soul from your last attack.
Barely able to stand you rip my resolve apart;
tearing at the flesh of my love beaten down, and wrung of affection.
Your love is harsher than your expectations;
I'm not looking for a father or manifesting your retributions
I am not compelled to stay here but rather scramble out of your cruel sights.
The devils crazy wont let you shake it free, and it has come by extension for me.
So I stand with all my might struggling for balance and turn to face your love;
and in my eyes the hurt you refuse to see spills over.
The damns and and penance pouring down, hot steams burning hot cheeks,
falling to evaporate on the grounds of your volcanic coals of love leaving no trace,
but a hiss of rejection.
As the molten lava cools you turn your back afraid of what you have done,
learning nothing of your cruel undeserving wrath, and I wait
for you to realise the unrecognisable in yourself,
the desire to please me without fighting the demons who hunt me;
to fight them off with me leaving my dreams intact,
but rather, changing my dreams demanding i be happy.
attacking what you think you can but can not control;
Me, my spirit and steeled belief in my soul,
As broken as i am, I will fight for the both of us, this battle won.
But, the war is just beginning...