Demon Core

Falsified documents and foolish hope. The dream has collapsed but I still held on for dear life. Cherished memories and controlling elements. We failed trying to prove we're still alive. The crypt kept calling your name. I tried to wall you in but you already held your breath. You stood on my shoulders to reach your fabled victory, The ground became a sink hole and we welcomed this beautiful death. You extracted your faith and condescension from me. Betrayed by a coward who would never confess. I admitted my faults and delivered my apologies. I always craved more dark matter but accepted even less. You could give the bare minimum to someone else. They will be grateful to step over the demon core and fix you. You left me in pieces to punish me even further. The fantasy condemned me but reality was hardly ever true. You'll never learn how to be human. To feel shame or guilt or anything substantial. The ends justified the radical means. But I starved while you engorged yourself to keep full. Glass shards couldn't wake me up. Monoliths and cathedrals couldn't hide your secrets. The formula to success isn't about cheating to achieve. Loyalty was a paradox pretending we never met. Love was a scheme and you were the stealer. A hypothesis that couldn't be turned into stone. Such brittle components in a fortified machine. You used lies and propaganda to get what you now own. You erected the temple to worship yourself. An altar made of residue and rejection. I built an empire while you took credit for it all. I couldn't face the end of what you had done. The maze had won where you had abandoned me. I was the pragmatist while you were the fake. You had lost your appeal long ago. I still held on in hopes you would change for my sake. I keep questioning your motives and beliefs. What have you done to yourself and why? Your absence hasn't made you the victor. You expected me to lay down and just die. There's no reconciliation from this. There's a before and after version of me you'll never get. Can we go back to the oldest form of myself? That person is someone you'll never touch or regret. Stealer of dreams and giver of pain. You forged a life of war and a prison of struggle. The universe gave me a path of healing. I can't take back all those wasted years so I will focus on others. This structure cannot withstand the pressure. I thought I wanted you but I wanted me more. We had a dream together but I couldn't dream with you. I gave us a home while you walked out the front door. It's amazing how much you don't matter anymore