You think you’ve seen my grief.
How about I instill in you a new belief?
One removed from your treachery.
Sickened by your depravity.
Always hunting for innocence to burn.
What you cannot corrupt you obsessively spurn.
Jokes on you I won’t shatter.
Prepared to fight you like a man possessed.
Step one foot in this circle and you’ll be laid out like the rest.
Hate spreads in your heart.
Demonic wish to crush all the rest.
Idiosyncrasies fixated upon a cross.
Oppressive rules to suffocate the free.
This is your personality.
Gutting all those who do not follow.
But peer a little deeper and the real you is cowering.
Damaged goods on the offensive.
Lashing out to keep everyone away.
Ruined joy just to escape from me.
But I’m not the monster who smiles continually.
Deciding to burn every bridge ever made.
All while counting your no’s.
Pushing all these mistakes on me.
Won’t twist me like you’ve done to yourself heartlessly.
Pain stapled to your chest.
I wave goodbye cause I’m not into any of this.
Seeing your truth I throw in the towel to look for something else.
Won’t be your new casualty.
No, no, not me.
I reject wholeheartedly.
To being…
To living…
To becoming…
To accepting…
Myself as your…
New casualty!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 