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A Glutton for heroism as the death knell tolled.
I built up straw walls that shook in the wind.
You huffed and puffed as you tried to blow them down.
When all else failed,
I watched you strike a match,
and cackle manically as it dropped from your hand.
I watched my world burn,
Smoke drowned out the sun
The flames burnt brighter than a white flag of peace.
The silence sung louder, than any clash of steel.

From the chilled ashes you emerged,
Bandages falling from unhealed wounds.
Memento Mori carved in flesh.
Your words brandished like a knife,
Poisoned and poised at my throat.
You paint yourself a saint, In the red of my blood.
You blame me for all the things that went sour,
Famished and blinded by your quest for power.

I hold up a mirror and implore you to look,
But you fear its reflection, more than you should.
You smash it to pieces,
The shards of glass pelt me, and red rivers run.
You slink from me wounded,
Like a dog who’s been kicked.
But fail to notice the heart,
that has been ripped from my chest.

Voices tell me ‘No,’
‘You are not to blame.’
‘You are in the right,’
‘No one has sullied your name.’
But the scars run deep, and ache with the rain,
I live in fear of the phone if I so much as think of your name.

Is this poem a siren song,
for you to reappear in my life?
Will you haunt me forever?
Will you please let me die,
so, I might be exempt from the vengeance of your mind?
Were you sent by the devil, to drag me down to hell?
Do you wish for me to suffer, so you might make yourself whole?
Are you a phantom, or a ghost?
Who now fills me with so much hate,
But only for myself.