Leveling Poem by David Sabo

my struggle/ my metal
my angel/ my devil
my games
And I aint even playing
im strange and dont even care what your saying
no way, cos you always talking but you aint said a thing
okay
im about to level this field
im about to tell you whats real
im about to throw it in your face so you cant deny,
everything that you ever said was a twisted lie



leveling
stomping out the steps you take
to be above the wake you left

shaking and seething
cant control my breathing
cant find a reason
to end your bleeding

you deserve it and for all time
let you pay with your scars
for the pain you caused
and dont forget
to give me mine

with a kiss
and on time