Psychological Warfare
Why is it that no matter what I do.
You keep coming back to me?
You hurt me,
and left me.
Some how your six degrees connects us.
My legs say run, but my brain whispers,
Stand.
I want to take this war to the home front, but my little soldiers moral are low
And never completely lifted.
I've become a great general in my army, but your psychological warfare has my best.
Cowards live to fight another day,
but the brave will never have to run again.
Live or Die.
I like those odds.
By the end of this fight,
some one will disappear.
I will
defend myself from your frightening gaze.
Grit teeth.
Bare Knuckle.
You will
take the lash of my razor tongue.
I've beat my fist against concrete for years.
She may have her memory.
But I-
*I* have had time to perfect it.
My Iron will.
My Bull stubbornness.
My Fierce spirit.
*My* Primal instinct,
self preservation
push to the end.
I will be the black cat,
to your stranger.
The broken mirror,
of your butterfingers.
The tamer,
of your beat dog.
I am a tactician!
And,
Your war is old.
You keep coming back to me?
You hurt me,
and left me.
Some how your six degrees connects us.
My legs say run, but my brain whispers,
Stand.
I want to take this war to the home front, but my little soldiers moral are low
And never completely lifted.
I've become a great general in my army, but your psychological warfare has my best.
Cowards live to fight another day,
but the brave will never have to run again.
Live or Die.
I like those odds.
By the end of this fight,
some one will disappear.
I will
defend myself from your frightening gaze.
Grit teeth.
Bare Knuckle.
You will
take the lash of my razor tongue.
I've beat my fist against concrete for years.
She may have her memory.
But I-
*I* have had time to perfect it.
My Iron will.
My Bull stubbornness.
My Fierce spirit.
*My* Primal instinct,
self preservation
push to the end.
I will be the black cat,
to your stranger.
The broken mirror,
of your butterfingers.
The tamer,
of your beat dog.
I am a tactician!
And,
Your war is old.