So we are back, I see, to the battlefield of pain. What have you got for me, my lovely foe? The room is quiet while you buzz about me. My feet drum lethal pace against this marble floor. I know you want to strike me, sure you do, It’s just a matter of your perfect, sneaky timing. And I prepare to squash you with a stomp, or two... And our embittered hearts are, evidently, rhyming. I crush your feelings like they’re fragile eggs, My heel goes deep in all that sticky filth, You sting me back for all those broken shells. Two clashing egos showing off their skills. What am I left with when all is said and done? My beauty soiled; regret cuts like a knife. And you, my friend, so dear but so far gone... So hard to watch how you’ve just ruined your life. We’re vastly different in our wicked ways To hurt each other until all we do is bleed, But who is winning? Who receives the praise? When One Another is what we truly need?