Tragedy

Raging a war against self-styled walls
Into barricades of stone built with endless self-doubt
Hurling attacks 'gainst this country of I
In the hopes of subduing emotions I sigh
"You'll never defeat me!" - defiant, the shout -
The jeering, a ruckus amidst the cat-calls

Battered and beaten fighting back fervently
Dissolving, enraged, I struggle inside
Parried and blocking each sword-stroke here fought
Pierced and cut through with each deadly-blow caught
"I'll never give in!" - so bitterly cursed -
While the life slowly drains from a heart coldly burst

Both parties so wounded, this equal match made
Both enemies dying; the Grim Reaper wields spade;
With breaths quickly fading, each reaches in peace
"Why didst thou attack?" "Why'd you seek this release?"
Fingertips brushing, this pair mirrored here:
I've slaughtered Myself o'er someone held dear.

~L/S.D. 20090826 1433L