I stand there looking at your face.

My thoughts starting to race,

Crowding me.

You've always been the attacker thrilled by the chase,

But can I be the one to change fate.

I put these words to use hoping to cause a fall from grace, 

Yet not wanting to be forced to that place.

Our choices causing us to crash here.

The look of anger shadowing the image of fear.

What's the point of trying to make fake emotions appear?

All great things coming from deep down through a pit of spite.

Every part of them trying to fight

Just for the hope of finding that one beam of light

Maybe there will be a release from hate near in sight...