A thousand battles.

I didn’t choose them, i fought them all.
Enraged beast in me.
He sought and begged to go when you tilt all at once.
Night with requests to chase the morning beaten with tenderness.
Ironically we are leading the wars, masochistic like.
I loved you as much as I wanted to win.
To win a thousand, to stay one.
And every battle, he was moving piece by piece.
And they retreated, when I  have  gather strength for the future.
All wars will be won for you.
Now, you have us as demons, as I have love.
Now, not even your demons, who would have won for me.

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