At the sight of the noose my weary heart sees its doom, though I had life choices of good and of evil all pointing towards a common end, but I know now, that everything that has a beginning has an end. My fate i am sure now i chose, before i knocked him cold to the ground and took his last breath all because my heart was shattered for he took my world and laid with it, a world I built over time, with my bare hands I tilled and carved, and just like a potter, I first learned the art and then over the years I moulded and perfected untill the clay became a treasure, invaluably invaluable. Where were you when I did the refining?, where were you when I bled while I rooted out the thorns..? here, take a look at the scars, they stand as the evidences of my relentless work, for even against all odds I stood firm.
I, me, not you, but me, i was her rock, for when I met her, she was feeble, timid, naive and ordinary. She was unkept and without a vision nor dreams. Completely empty and with an accent from God knows where, with a shallow mind and a stinky attitude. She was all of these.. why didn't you look her way as at the time? Why didn't you? Oh, she wasn't your taste then huh, but she is now, now that I have made her strong, bold and independent, now I have added the extra to her ordinary therefore making her extraordinary, now I have planted a burning desire in her and awoken the fierceness in her heart, thus expanding her dreams and visions enabling her to reach for the stars., she is your type now that I have made her who she is, a woman of substance.! You fool, trying to reap where you didn't sow, No!
Love is fair they say, you are there and I'm here but she is somewhere., who knows where, in another man's arm maybe...
Now I'm bounded in all kinds of shackles, but I wish to make things right again.
Nevertheless, let me walk my final walk For my heart faints now as it sought through, i feel abandoned by my thoughts now at the sight of the noose.
Brokenness is the only and the last thing I'll ever know.