The Line In the Dirt

Good of our health is now at stake,
This battle's keeping me awake.
It's burning up until the end,
I won't be fooled, I won't be led.

I won't entertain your right to disguise,
The blood on your hands, the shoe-sole imprint in the sand.
Mistaking disdain for splitting my sides,
The line in the dirt has now been replaced with the hurt.

The hurt.

The protest falls upon deaf ears,
Won't digest the up and coming tears.
Angelic, thinking of your pride,
Imperfect, we all know how to lie.

[Marc x]