i mourn the loss of a dead enemy.
His soul now lives inside, feeding off the dead parts like candy corn canines.
but where he once stood there lies a broken relationship, the arrows of doubt amid bullets of passion. Reluctance to conform overpowered by a shred of dignity.
True feelings harshly grated into spherical projectiles of hatred.
Yet i remain sole possessor of the spoils; one war-shaped battleground and numerous broken memories.
Broken promises of a wounded soul.
Glass shards and torn pictures. Tainted thoughts and bloody knuckles.
Tomorrow he grows while I stab away whats left.
