Defeat

Why did I not consider your feelings god apparent to me? Dealing in thought concealing all that you know.. So I strike with cutlass and wound the air that you breathe. Receiving from me all venom. Strength in bitterness. Unreceiving blows from you. Unhurt, but hurt because you do not punish. Pain, that need to cover pain cries sweetness. So fight me on towards my own destruction. You do not disdainfully inflict because god mighty you are not there, but are man. How care? Spare me some comfort. Hurt me.