How much do I need to give before you understand?
How much can you take until it breaks you?
Could you handle it if I shared it all with you?
Would it eat you from the inside and leave you an empty shell?
Would it tear you up from the inside, and break you down?
Would there be any light left inside of you if I showed you my dark?
I already know the answer.
Try as you might, come at my bad with all your good will, and even with your heart on the line- I will break you.
You will fall. Everything that you are I will tear down.
Your broken spirit and fractured heart will look with still hopeful eyes, asking why. Why am I like this? Why do I fight every good thing so hard. Why am I so stubborn to change.
Push as you do, thinking there is still a chance of life, but I am still here to beat that hope down. It does not live within me- the chance of life.
After every battle, us both exhausted and bruised, you think that maybe, just maybe you made a difference.
My sweet, you could not be more wrong.
You've said to me that your good out weighs my bad. But my dear, I have seen the origin of the scales, and they are built in my favour.
Eventually you will learn to let the dead things be.
You will be broken, but wiser to the dark things that exist.
Maybe you will learn to guard you heart full of life and hope more cautiously from creatures like me.
Yes I may look and breathe like you, but my love, there is one design flaw- behind your strong will, and beneath your bones of purpose, there is a heart. A heart that breathes for life and light.
You are complete with this heart. You are in full existence because you have your very own heart. That simple pulsing signifies your spirit, your life.
My sweet dear, behind the dark shadows and endless tunnels of rage, underneath this skin that illuminates a pulse, behind the walls that surround being- there is nothing.
No organ of any significance.
No fighting spirit of light.
No real purpose of life.
Nothing to save.
You are fighting for a shell of a person. The shadow of what has existed. The minutes that have passed. You are fighting for something that has long been in the grave.
My dear, this battle was already decided before it even begun.
Before our encounter- you were already destined to lose, and I have already lost my life.
This is something I can never get you to understand- while you fight for a life, I have already been waiting to give mine up.
While you dare to prove life's worth, I already know the cost.
You search for the light in me when I've already exstinguished it.
You give me reasons for happiness, I have engraved reasons for my punishment.
Any light you share with me, I show you the dark it will never catch.
We battle back and forth, but you think there is something you're fighting for, and I know it is hopeless.
I tried to warn you, but you took it as a challenge.
You think your heart will make me care. But darling, you need to have a heart to feel those things.
So until you understand that some shadows you can't get rid of, and some things broken you have no power to fix, and some dark secrets are never meant to be heard- we will battle. As many times as you get up, you will fall again.
Breaking your heart may be the only way to stop your senseless hope for me.
If it was anyone else my dear, then maybe you would have a chance.
But this time I am afraid that my wicked power overtakes your endurance.
Let me ask you what my inner monster asks me; Do you give up yet?
