Wasted Battles. Poem by Desiree Whitamore

now my savior's coming.
little? nothing? bad?
streets are wet tonight
don't try to make me mad.

i'll send your soul to hell
the devil's in my eyes
i control his actions
you could be my prize.

my brother's growing up
the truth is coming out
'daddy, are you there? '
daddy's not around.

i was right about you.
your pain is breaking ice.
no more awkward silence.
no more 'i'm just fine'

can you keep a secret?
psst: i don't care.
you could run away
or you could stay right here.

you're not in my way.
hell i'll pave the path.
i've got these special tricks.
yeah, i can tell you that.

i'll send you down that river.
i'll make you scared of me.
the battle hasn't ended,
well, not yet, at least.