The bitter end.

I told myself, that i would not let you take over and ruin it for me. But of course i listen to you're pleading and let you stomp everything i have created.Oh it has been the best thing that has happened to me since our fire accident but yet the blue butterflies still fly.And i still ask myself "How did this war end? How did you put your white flag first? and put all the blame on me?" I'm completely weak and beat.My eyes roll over to the left with such drowsiness while i lay down on this cold wet floor and I'm starting to feel like a tumor is growing,feeding upon my pumping blood on the side of my left brain.*My toes no longer wiggle.My heart no longer beats for you.* You are now discussing some news to this old man,who has deep unhappy curvy wrinkles.You have walked with your head high,spitting those acute words.I have one thing to tell you, your saliva tastes bitter.