Ill Will

You are callousness wrapped up with a bow.
Not sure how much longer I can contend with this show.
So how about we lay it all to rest rather than push through.
These life and times are nothing new.
Just a trigger pull to fuel the grief.
And when it ends all we taste is relief.
It might sound strange but its happened before.
I’m way passed the point of wishing for more.
So let me out or put me down.
No longer content to watch this slipping crown.
Brings no joy or celebration.
Rather I am stuffed with hesitation.
Butchered thought forced into my brain.
I know you too feel you’re going insane.
So let me off and I will for you.
Finalise our divorce now too.
Separation of our pairing is for the best.
And no we don’t need to test, to verify.
That is why we both are waving bye.
A culmination between callous and kill.
We agree to sever this ill will.