Too much damage,
Too much invasion,
Has killed the prospect,
Of hope for sensation,
This road doesn’t contain,
Positive revelations.

I’ve been blinded for so long
By all the frustration,
It is way too late,
To repair the relation,
And no good solutions,
To solve the situation.

Hate is your fall,
And revenge my temptation,
No one else is to blame,
For our own creation,
So let’s cut the bullshit,
And drop all expectation.

I’ll make a choice here,
To reduce the complication,
Avoiding the trap
Of cold calculation,
For there’s no relief there,
Down at the next station.

So here it is,
My elimination:
No more arguing,
No more speculation,
No more hope,
Or further explanation.

THE END