Collision with the notion that things could change. I feel so fucking worthless. This struggle is in vein. I need a way out from the eternal senseless defiance that I find in you. Not an ounce of trust courses through your veins. I'm holding on with what is left as my life's blood spills into hatred. All these eyes are staring me down. Stripped of morals, I'll stand my ground. Bring it on, for no one will take what I am away again. Look beyond, I see the end of despair. Those thoughts are dead. I remain a survivor in the war against this rival.