Same Space
By you and I

Definitely, it is a contributor
(I hope)
Why I am who I am
Constantly plagued
By the thought:
Of all the strings
I am bound by this one

And when the fateful day arises
And I become the pain I torment
From my palms will the final instant
Of your Armageddon
Swallow you up
Into the lakes
Of burning ash

With the bittersweet twist to the descent
that I am a product of your evil

You made me who I am today.