I have grovelled and crawled
and been driven up every wall
as I have faced your ego and undaunting gaul.
I will no longer play a role in your immenent downfall.
I have stood by with faith
while the pieces fell to place.
But the shape they create
is not foreign to frustrate.
I turn my bow to you and suddenly realize
that your depth yields waves that capsize
the hope manifested within your disguise
And there is no light in your deep blue eyes.
