Tonight I am the ruined fortress, sole compliments of your ego.

Tongues and their irrational swags will not break a single bone, but you not loving me makes the end of my all. You are only here when I've picked up from the fall and it isn't love. I worshipped you. I loved you. Now, I think I'm in love with a man who's inanimate. You think I'm crazy for loving this way, I think you're plain mean to once more enslave me into climbing out of the abyss on my own.

Tonight I am your created Armageddon. I hope my downfalls win you pride.