Grit

You snuffed the flame from me, ashes of a fallen kingdom,
Rubble is for all of me,
Temples were meant to crumble.
I was made of stone and strength, fine without humanities breath,
You came to me and turned me into a man,
Just so you could thrust the daggers of human torment,
I looked to you for comfort, but that's when I became a god, because love is for the coward, and I'm to far gone.
My ways, have been, set in stone, I no longer fit your ideas of not dying alone. All I need is myself, everything I trust, I bury in head.
I am my keeper, no-one will ever be the fucking executioner.