He's begging. He's pleading.
You're leaving. He's bleeding.
He wishes your body could follow your mind.
Instead of looming like a demon as he wonders if you'll die.
,,,
Is this what you wanted him to be?
A fatherless son, left alone, as you abandon your honor, and cowardly flee.
...
He's hoping. He's praying.
You're sober now, and that's the way you're staying.
Yet your confident words aren't enough to keep his nightmares from replaying.
The clarity of right and wrong is irreparably graying.
,,,
Is this what you wanted him to be?
Robbed of his innocence, yet just gullible enough to deceive.
...
He's crashing. He's burning.
You're teaching. He's learning.
Can't you see what you're doing; the magnitude of what you're ruining?
,,,
Is this what you wanted him to be?
On the path to self-destruction, just like me.
...
He's listening. He's changing.
His mind is rearranging.
He's grown so much, not just in height.
But your darkness has affected his heart, and he hovers perilously close to proving his enemies right.
,,,
Is this what you wanted him to be?
It's still not too late to set him free.
...
He's thinking for himself. He's searching.
Your careless lies are no longer working.
His broken heart, which was yours to take, is rebuilding itself in spite of your hate.
,,,
If this what you wanted him to be?
Done with your game, and finally released.
...
It's your turn to break. It's your turn to bleed.
You've burned all your bridges. There is no one to intercede.
Is this what you wanted? Was this part of your plan?
Your chilling indifference has failed you,and surely left you damned.
Your role in his story will continue to be told, long after you have completely buried yourself whole.
You mumble only partly intelligible musings of which I'm not incredibly keen. But I don't understand your confusion. Surely an end such as this could have easily been foreseen.
