Literature
No Mercy
No Mercy
I declare war on the bleeding and dying,
no compassion or mercy for the pleading and crying.
See, I've been to that place, a low point in my life
where I lived everyday with no point in my life.
And to beat it, I freed myself from it, I needed
to be strong and not weak, I believed and proceeded.
You see I simply succeeded where the rest receded,
where the worst were winners, and the best were defeated.
And now the taste of victory sticks with me, I feed it.
I crave it. I can't control it. I bleed for it. I need it.
But you hate me for it and you take sides with the weak,
the ones scared to stand up, the ones too scared to