This one's also about an ex.. this was a guy who constantly pushed people away, who he cared for and cared for him, because he had some twisted belief that strength came in solitude.. I don't know what he thought the reward would be for keeping his guard up, but you can bet he expected one.
Stare at this mess any longer,
and it just might lose its shape again
Picasso's touch abreast surrealist lust
For the gospel amidst the obscene
6 dozen feelings crossbred together
What a beautiful shade of despair
Arrogance in animus, lush for better prospect
Foul breath on virgin air
Any path to take, but weakened warriors break
And every attempt bares unique toll
Though unyielding struggle to piece them together
Even harsher neglect to beget a whole
Caught in caloused, abashed dilusions
Self made, unescaped illusions
Beckoned by the unnamed, untamed
Unreal slaughter of truth
Across a bridge of deceit
At the end when we meet
The lies will cease
And you'll face your beast
At the end of the war, the blood and the scars
Embrace your grail and open the jar
Are you surprised at what resided
In the vessel all this time
Your prize is your lies
Your guise, your rise
3 fold on the their cries
Your decay, your demise
