2014
You have lost.
I have finally won.
These are not words
You'd expect from me.
But I am no longer just someone.
The battle is over.
Now lower your gun.
You are banished by all.
By mother, daughter, or son.
As you make your way home,
With blood on your face.
Remember that I am the one
Who put you in your place.
You may have your resources,
And prizes galore.
But what I have is something
Worth so much more.
YOU ARE READING
Cyanide Lakes
Poetry❝WE TURN OUR PAIN INTO BEAUTY AND HOPE OTHERS WILL RELATE.❞ Please read the introductory chapter for an extensive trigger-warning. This particular collection contains a wide variety of poems detailing thoughts of insecurity, depression, suicide, etc...
