When a piece of me emerges, a piece of you is surpassed.
I swear its not intentional, but those promises never last.
Once upon a time you were golden, I was bronze.
The flames have ceased to rage, your purity has been long gone.
I am none the more, for all my discrepancies.
Your morals have begun to swoon, gained far too much elasticity.
I don't hate you, I never have. That's not a possibility.
I only shied away when you debased my credibility.
I sway with the pen, but fumble with a sword.
You so mangled my heart, but I must struggle forward.
How many lies must I forge, how many souls must I crush,
Before you realize that I crave even your trail of dust?
You're not evil.
At least I have no cause for you to be.
You just fail to realize that you are the only thing I need.