Impulses

I’m certain you will haunt me for the rest of my days.
The amount of love I have for you is often clouded with hate.
There’s nothing I want more than for you to find your relief.
But I’m convinced the darkness in you is an everlasting disease.
With the slightest of noise I’m alert, I’m aware; I’m ready to be the savior.
Fearless I may be, though somehow you’ve stuck your fears inside of me.
Rationalize, with you? I wish.
Your anger, where does it stem from? Your demons don’t surrender. Like an army they strike.
Time to escape. No remorse for what’s been done. You’ve forgotten how to love.

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