He has captured a place in her heart
That no one has accomplished before
But yet again she hates him with all that she has
Castrating him sounds so wonderful to her heart and mind
Yet it kills her slowly to ever think of hurting him
The personalities fight
Lost with in her
A conflict arises
A battle converges
It’s a bloody mess and know one knows who won
Standing by the sidelines are enemies of all
Waiting to finish off the last few that are left
She stands there weak and desolate
Looking at all who face her
The battles not over
Weapons clash
Hearts shatter
She falls
Someone else has won today
Who will win tomorrow?
What will happen in the days to come?
Is she strong enough to fight on?
Will she ever be triumphant?
Will she ever win the battle?
A bloody mess is left behind
As she walks by
Her tracks, easy to trace, just follow
The path of blood and torture

 
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