I sit back and watch you deteriorate from my life through my own eyes.
You show signs of weakness but attempt to hide it with your bandage of pride.
BONDAGE of pride that you refuse to let go, sealed with hate and evil.
I watch and gaze predicting your own death as it is obvious to me where your life is headed.
Yet…You remain careless…
Fearless of death as you plant your poisonous seeds in the souls of the earth,
With no intentions of reaping the rotten fruits of the contaminated soul.
Leaving in the dark of the night with the wind of the cold front.
The demons inside have given you the strength to live,
But I sit back and gaze as the same demons break you into pieces
Feathering off the dust off of your final resting place, prepared to embrace you.
Yet you do not turn away…
You insist on walking towards is as I sit back and gaze at death in phases..