I’ll wait until you think my guard is down.    
I’m patient so this isn’t an issue.      
Head sticking out the grass.      
I see you.      
     
Your yellow eyes caught my attention.      
I felt your dark energy while it took over my conscience.      
Stuck in a realm of complete silence, all I could do was watch.        

You came out fast but not fast enough.      
Now that we are head to head. I see it now.    
How could I have not noticed this poorly crafted mask?      
Collapsing in on itself, like a book caught aflame.      
     
HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS BEFORE?      
     
Your beauty has diminished; it wasn’t my fault.      
You started to disintegrate because you hated yourself      
All that hate your body consumed is showing now.      
Barely glued on & starting to peel,      
I see the you that was horrible hidden.      
But my dumb ass was stuck on zoom.      
     
Seeing the version of you that I created myself.      
Not noticing that you were drowning in envy .      
I can see that your heart is empty.     
Desperate for the love I received but didn’t want.      

I’m apologizing but it’s not my fault.      
I never made you feel like you were losing.      
I wasn’t staring at you in the sidelines, counting your breaths.      
Your profound habit of spewing hate my way continued,      
 I needed to teach you who I was.      
You got a head start and somehow, like always, I’m going to win.      
     
 Your usual camouflage doesn’t match your environment anymore.      
I see you. Why can’t you understand this?      
I placed the knife in plain sight in a spot I knew you’d see.      
Crooked ass smile smeared on the mask you created      
I saw a face full of pure excitement when you saw your way out.      
You dreamed for this moment to happen while sabotaging my victories.      
     
My questions to you:      
Would you stab me if we were locking eyes?      
Did you need to drown me just because you couldn’t swim?      
Skin now shedding like a sunburn but your identity stays the same.      
You’ll never change, just shed after each season.      
     
Sitting in your hole watching me while I make decisions.      
But you’ll never approach me and say what’s on your mind.      
You’ll act surprised when you see my blood start to drain out.      
Like you weren’t the once that caused my pain.    
Trying your hardest to hold back your smile.      
     
It’s finally happening, you’re seeing it live.      
I’ll bleed on this floor while you think your alibi.     
Nobody will doubt your story if you practice it enough.      
You should be an expert at this by now.      
     
You got too excited and ruined your opportunity.      
Lost in the moment, you’re so predictable.      

So here I am now. Casting my shadow over you one last time.      
     
You cower in this position that you have become so familiar with.      
When will you learn? Aren’t you tired of this?      
 I have the knife now, so I can’t help but laugh.      
You should of known this is how it would end.      
     
I saw the “you” that even YOU didn’t like.      
You tried to take me out so I now I have a better idea.      
This is a win win for the world and I.      
Ill start to slide this blade along that lovely mask of yours.      
Deciding that you should meet your long term rival.      
     
I loved that picture perfect moment, but you despised it.      
Seeing a glimpse of your reflection, you begin to breakdown.      
You wore that mask so frequently, you forgot there was something underneath.      
I’ll refresh your memory.      
     
I cut along the seam of your face in the hope that I cause scars.      
The world doesn’t need people like you.      
The type that will run with a knife, putting themselves in danger.      
Just for the chance to inflict pain onto others.      
     
Carving with excellent penmanship, I’ll give you a new name.  
You were my biggest fan just suffocated in denial.      
I needed to show you why I’ll always be alpha.      
     
You wanted to be me so I granted your wish.      
I think you’ll like it.      
The only thing left beautiful on you is made my me.      

How does this feel?      
     
Guess it’s time to leave a stain in your memory,      
I begin carving our perfect moment along your jawline.      
Friday the 13th, you must have nothing but bad luck.      
A never stagnant day that you’ll be reminded of randomly.      
You will be unaware about the anniversary of this moment until it’s too late.

Don’t even try hiding your true identity from the world.      
Makeup won’t cover it.
I Intentionally cut you too deep.      
     
Every time you see yourself, you’ll remember me.      
This is beautiful and way too personal to forget.      
Thank you for letting me experience this moment.      
This will show you that I’m not the one.      
     
Behind this beauty lies an evil mystical mind.      
I come up with deranged activities in my free time.  
Next time you fuck up, I’ll make sure to give you a tour.      
One way admittance, there’s no way out.      
     
I can’t wait.  
     
 

Kind of funny how we are all given a story    
Some of them rewarding, others just boring  
Almost like a script and rehearsal    
Rolled up and handed to you with no referral    
No ending in site but praying to god that he’s an excellent play write    
If I’ve learned any lessons while playing this role, is that there’s a lot of tolls    
Followed by holes then offers of growth  
A never ending cycle of karma and blood bath    
All disguised in moments where time is frozen    
But in this story blood is nothing but poison    
Love is but timing for the chosen  
That’s why we have side characters and substance in the meantime    
Nicotine highs and someone for the night usually clears it up for awhile    
As we wait with anxious denial for returns from our trials    
But the deeper meanings are where we run in to holes in the plot  
Caused by shadows of the definite that allow us to choose divinity or rot    
A selective learning for cosmic realms of our brain  
The high priestess in temperate waters drowning out the fourth wall with rain    
Away with the fairies, hidden in the Astral plane  
The place I go to heal from the real world and it’s pain    
Bringing back to you muddled visions from a better place  
Sinking in to our seats releasing toxins and rage  
Hoping that our purpose isn’t just an ink stain at the end of the page  
Whilst watching this never ending production, awaiting our starring role    
And so we end here where it seems the authors pencil has gone dull