Till she dies in moon light which I hold so tight. In the day time she thinks that she controls me pushing me, cussing at me, blaming me, destroying what she can only see, and this to her own imagination of what she believes to her own mind.
I walk around than sit in my room contemplating every thing I possibly can. Than realize its not all my fault in the end.
She is the one who tried to destroy , she is the one who tried to let me die, she is the one who is no better than what she tries to blame on the Innocent this time.
I let her be when I walk away this very last day. Leave her to wallow sitting still no words escape. As her mouth lay open and her eyes filled with death and hate watching me walk away stronger than she can imagine in the end no one really won for the game has just begun.
