Devilish grin
twisted smile
her face paints my life in torture and ruin

Her stare makes me grow exhausted,
easily made a target for her ridicule

This dark tunnel
that makes up my life
is by far her fortress
strong and armed

I've been crawling so far
and I'm determined not to fail
not to be torn by her anger

Blinded and on the ground
I scope for my long lost
golden sword
so that I will be able to confront her
unafraid

But with her gone
what will be left of me?