Hello again.
Here I am,
sword in hand,
trying desperately to destroy your coated world.
I want to watch you crumble.
Or at least,
in vain,
I want to watch you surrender.
See, I've grown weary,
of childish endeavors,
and adult shame.
I've grown weary of words spoken,
unwilling to hear a reply.
And in truth,
you hear these words as I do,
and I too refuse to speak.
But, it makes no difference.
I want to you to spit back what you took in.
I want to cut you out,
sword and comb in hand.
