selfwar

It was blood all over and a knife in my hand.

And, Yupp!! I did it and i amn’t sad.

Yes, I killed him…

The monster,

which used to put an end to me everyday.

He lived inside me and breaking me was the rent he use to pay.

In my happiness he gave me a glimpse of nightmares.

And when it’s a hole of sadness he pushed me into a chasm of sorrow

Yes he did it everytime and now the turn was mine.

And It wasn’t hard for mee to be selfish and mean.

And this is why I killed him with a knife and hammer’s peen.