Eternal War

This is the place I'll end my days;

The focus of an eternal war.

For every single bruise and graze,

I loathe you more and more.


You should have been my protection.

I was so young, so pure.

And with no sence of direction,

My safety was yours to ensure.


You lead me into no mans land,

And you left me there for dead.

With no blood in my broken heart,

I wish that you'd died instead.

The End

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