For years I’ve lived in self-made exile,
Within these four empty walls, my own little isle.
A cage of my own, a prison I’ve built,
To protect myself, to hide from the guilt.
I chose seclusion, away from the crowd,
A creature trapped, within my life’s shroud.
Lonely nights, draining my soul’s fire,
Leaving me empty, like a body sans desire.
I had nothing left to offer, it seemed,
Ready to live a life, abandoned, it gleamed.
Perhaps, even by my own hands, I’d go,
Or by allowing destruction to freely flow.
I accepted the consequences, the price I must pay,
For allowing evil to have its wicked way too near to me.
My ex’s greed, I satisfied their win,
But karma’s on my side, it’s always been.
Patience, my dear, is what I possess,
To overcome your pitiful acts, I must confess.
In the end, the cost will be on your filthy hands,
As your cold heart ceases, on the devil’s demands.
Time is my ally, it’s always been true,
While you, my dear, had no clear clue.
No plan, no strategy, just playing games,
Now darkness masks your eternal flames.
But I’ll continue to create and conquer,
Reborn again, I’ll be the victor.
For I am determined to win this war,
To rise above, forevermore. The end.