There was a time that I trusted you, when I looked you in the eyes.
There was a time that I needed you, right by my side.
There was a time I felt alone, when you weren’t with me at night.
There was a time I had respect for you as the half that gave me life.
This is now the time that I look down on you, shamed of what you’ve done.
Today, I feel embarrassed of what you have become.
You created the monster that you see when you look into your eyes.
The monster that resembles you from the inside.
The day you tried to take me as you would a bride.
That horrid day you showed me the piece of you that died.
Remember what you did? How you tried to split my soul?
The disrespect, the insolence of the man I did not know.
How you tried to gain my trust and strip it all the same.
The arrogance, you narcissist, you never feel the shame.
You put it in your mind that I’m the one to blame.
But understand me when I tell you, I always walk with pride.
I have done nothing wrong; I have no need to hide.
I have been blessed from birth with the will to fight.
I walk amongst the lions, in this land that I adore.
Watch your steps around me, lest you feel me roar.
I am the reason you still breathe, the reason that you soar.
I’ve learned from your mistakes and how you’re rotten to the core.
Remember when you leave this place, the world you called your home,
recall the reasons that you lay to your death alone.
Remember how you killed the people that you once known
and burnt the bridges that we walked, so you could have your throne.
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Sad. The loss of trust and the memory that stays. Yet, the trembling is his. For the lions know the fu[[ story and keep the coward in the shadows, of unending torment.