The Limit
He’s ready to go and prove them all wrong
To show how their blows have made him invincible
But before he can finally say “so long”
He decides to reflect on his violent pinnacle
Should he do it?
The inquiry burdening him the past three days
Still echoes as the voices bicker inside his head
The memories of his past overshadow their tones
Every day it was always the same as they’d
Push, shove, and call him names
Not once has he ever been truly saved
Even when his cries are obvious
Rage erupts in his pitiful self
Flames of hatred heating up his veins
A thrill of emotions silences the voices
And he grabs his gun, ready to set things straight.
He had reached his limit.
Surpassed it.
And snapped.
To show how their blows have made him invincible
But before he can finally say “so long”
He decides to reflect on his violent pinnacle
Should he do it?
The inquiry burdening him the past three days
Still echoes as the voices bicker inside his head
The memories of his past overshadow their tones
Every day it was always the same as they’d
Push, shove, and call him names
Not once has he ever been truly saved
Even when his cries are obvious
Rage erupts in his pitiful self
Flames of hatred heating up his veins
A thrill of emotions silences the voices
And he grabs his gun, ready to set things straight.
He had reached his limit.
Surpassed it.
And snapped.