Death of a Kind Soul

My heart is sore.
I can bleed no more.
Today, I was the monster’s voice.
Giving the broken man his choice.
To run or to fight.
Choose fear or choose light.My insides are tangled.
His spirit is mangled.
He looked at me and cried.
My own pain I denied.
My ego and my mind
brace to kill all the weak I find,
But I am ill prepared to slay
A kind man who is already frayed.
It has always been me to be destroyed.
I would rather that was the case… again. Now.

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