crushed

when all of this is gone 
where will you be?
when all pieces are withdrawn
what will i see?

when all else fails
what will you do?
will you bite your nails
until it's all askew?

when there are no more
shoulders to lean on,
will you settle the score
and be contented of being a pawn?

time will come when the sun
will rise for me and burn your eyes
until then i shall shun whatever was done
while i continue to pray for your demise

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