Above

You rip into my soul

with claws made of glass

so that the blood

coats your colourless farce

With no spirit of your own,

you need to steal mine

but I have claws too,

for when you cross the line

A chameleon true,

you blend to survive

but you’re a life-sucker,

you leave none to thrive

 

I pity your struggle,

your meaningless life,

how sad must you be

to glean hope from strife;

You need my blood

as you’ve foregone your own,

and I’m glad I possess

what to you is unknown;

 

I long to fight back, but my heart knows love:

As much as it hurts, I will rise above.

 

via Daily Prompt: Above

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