Your failure to compromise has drained this weary spirit.
Praiseworthy intentions of self-sacrifice have turned sour once more.
Upon my head lies a bright neon halo.
Its blinding light can only appease one's insipid resentment for so long.
The weight on my weakened shoulders increases as you recover sight progressively.
A disposable smile discretely veils my contempt for your significant innacuracy.
Words have never been this painful.
I beg on my knees to win your acceptance.
Your failure to compromise has drained this weary spirit.
Praiseworthy intentions of self-sacrifice have turned sour once more.
Upon my head lied a bright neon halo.
Its blinding light has faded.
I should have known better.
A day will come, when the ties that bind us will be severed.
Only then will you know how much I have resented your company.
That day will come.
