I hide behind this facade
Waiting for you to notice
The cracks that appear
Across my well read face
Splintering memories across
My ready made grave.
My fate has been drawn
With a thin line separating
The Good from the Bad
Excusing your lies and threats
and defining my mistakes
and regrets of your torture.
In one wistful moment I
Believed you to be gone
That for once I could be
Safe from your dares,
Our rivalry that became
Dangerous far too quick.
Now I must face you as I
Lay to rest at my tombstone
The hilt of your dagger presses
Against my throat.
My destiny was declared long ago
My blood was always on your hands.
