Acid Touch

I'm not going to apologise for the fire and grindstone that burned through your facade showing the leaks and rot that hid underneath. I'm not going to apologise for the anger and pain that was caused when you poked the slumbering beast that laid quietly in its cage. If you stand proud on a floor of decay and mold I will stand firm on a pile of bones and blood. Let the fury rain down on me burn the bars and chains that bind me and deal with the consequences of the missteps and lies that have warped your mind that was once as clear as glass. I'll watch from a crouch waiting to spring once you run and you'll wait to run till the fire burns holes in your soles teaching into your soul and tearing you down. If the end is coming, let it be in flames that we fall.