Art picture above not mine
She resets
She does genocide
Over and over again
She's never satisfied
Killed and betrayed every soul
Every soul that she has ever known
She murdered my brother
Sladed all my friends
Even killed her mother
Who was my very best friend
Over and over again
I'm forced to watch
Something that I'm trying to stop
I fought over and over again
To no avail
She will never change
Why do i even care?
Why do i even try?
When i know she will never change inside
With each reset
I feel my hope slowly die
Knowing that i can't stop her
Genocide
Reset after resets
As it goes on
I feel my sanity slowly
Becoming gone
Deciding i had enough
Decided to play her twisted game
Even if it costed me my friends, brother, and sanity
In the end
I won her twisted game
For she is no more
For i have finally ended
Her genocidal war
But at what cost?
Was it really worth losing everything?
YOU ARE READING
my book of Poems
PoetryJust some poems I had made. I'm not really good at descriptions. Just read if your interested and please give me some feedback.
