It was the chase between love & pain,
When loved pushed hard pain began.
Rains tapped, on the broken ceiling,
Wet mosses ate all my feelings.
I drilled her chest to find the heart within.
But what I found was all devils keeping.
I slapped her hard & she fell on the floor,
With an iron axe I cut her into four.
She beaded so hard & sank to death.
Smelling her blood I took a fresh breath.
Her death made me a peaceful fighter,
I defeated myself & felt like defeater.
Now no one can ever, make me bow down,
As I am stronger than ever & I hold the crown.
But who was she, whom I had brutally murdered,
A girl, a friend, or some old beloved?
She had made a promise to never let go.
So I had to kill her, to finish her show,
Now without her I feel so dreadfully complete,
Because she was not a girl, but my fear of defeat.
