Self-traitor

You gave it all

all your f**king life.

In your conscious

acceptance of despair.

You surrendered.

You gave over,

as a self-traitor,

the few bits.

The few parts

that made me gain respect for you.

Isn't it hard now

to crawl?

In your own mess,

smell the stench

of your own disgust.

Every living day,

a battle,

to embrace yourself.

In the depths of youre hostile frame,

you are offereing no resistance.

Was it worth the betrayal,

of your only

few strong

beliefs?

Your better times

will never come: they've never been.

You gave in al

all your f**king life

in your conscious

acceptance of despair.

You surrendered.