Shatter Me

Into reality that burns the pits of hell,
Into such constipation that occurs the strings
that strum over the most simple 
angered of a demon,

What possesses the man into his state of such
anger that crawls over his veins that deploys nothing
over in time.

To shatter me in such words he's too mature
and old for me even though in same age, it's nothing but pain
and sadness since he and I can't obtain tranquility,
 
Is is nothing that we have anymore does he think
I hate him since I do not show passion for him.

As if though I'm nothing but as he believes others then
what we believe in, is pointless now.

Maybe if such or not such it cannot loose the edge that burns
from within and shelters around and common for all 

As he no longer the man he is as loosing in his own illusion that compares and
disperse as a demon. In skin.

As he deploys with such hatred in his soul he cannot disagree
with his heart. if it was it has to be then so be it to make his story
to grow flourish then I shall not be apart of his story then