The Ultimatum

This is a spoken word written from an ocean of emotion (no rhyme intended). I'm not going to say what its about id like people to try and figure it out.

One month, that's all iv got, when i was the one who got shot, and now you saying

that's enough! Time to stop! who gave you the right to threaten the right to disdain

when i was the one who got the news and inherited the pain just like a tsunami of

shame finally loosing at this sick twisted game, who gave you the right when i didn't

launch the attacks you seem to have forgotten who's heart was black, seem to

have forgotten who got stabbed in the back! the only thing i ever gained was the

pain and shame now I'm done its over! i mother fucken hate this game! but now as it all

fades to black i don't even want to look back at the night my heart finally

cracked......and you wonder why i want to just scoff and write off the thought of

forgiving and just keep on living this life and ignore you strife and sorrow when i

know this war will just rage on tomorrow, and when the final dawn comes and

people take sides as my heart divides with comments so snide, i listen as the battle

comes i hear rhythm of the war drums beat like music sublime it may not have been

enough time for me to look back and see then say "you know what that's it your clean"

no! its my line to draw, it's my right, my decision to make you gave it to me when

you decided it was my heart you were gonna break.....now i'v made my decision now

that the words have risen......you gave me a month, its not enough this wound wont

heal its just to big a deal to repeal after everything was said and emotions were

shred and my heart goes dead, but sometimes it hard to find the might to carry on

in the night with no guiding light surrounded only by fright........now i must end my

story like the closing of a war, the war that was started that god forsaken night, the

war that brought no glory, the war that destroyed a bond so tight that blurs the

lines between wrong and right is there no end in sight! i now see this journey is for

me i must make my own light draw my own lines and muster the might continue the fight.