When the devil damaged someone I loved,
I could smell the alcohol on his breath miles away.

I slap myself every time I let it seep into my daydreams,
Nothing could have prepared me,
For my imagination having been ripped from the inside.

A silent protector,
I’ve kept these feelings to myself until they’ve become resolve.
She has no idea what I was really thinking behind my supportive words…
…None at all…

The faceless victim you didn’t know about,
I’m the shadow that reaches you from the other side of the road.
Your horizon is darkened,
And mine currently isn’t my own.

I suppose I should thank you when I condemn you,
Kept my enemy rather closer than my friends.
Learned to control my breathing,
My heart rate,
My treading lightly,
My blade.

Cold steel,
I find meaning in the fluid nature,
Burns that won’t extinguish.

All clueless to trauma,
Her and I were but children,
But this is what it’s like to grow up too fast,
My blood will run cold until yours runs into the grass.

And I’m getting stronger all the time…
I’m stronger than this…
There’s no such thing as justice,
I just want to be strong enough to help things make sense again…