Written. 7. January. 2003
I'll Be

I'll Be.

Didn't really think you could
Best me, did you?
Or wheedle your way into my life
without losing a piece of yours
in the process.

Two way street this
Mutual manipulation.
Across the distance
past the time
I've sold you to the highest bidder
and rid myself of your stink.

Try to do the same to me-
You'll find a void
Where I used to be.
How will you fill it.

Sticks and stones, fate's favourite son
you can no longer afford to run.
Karma is coming and you're not prepared
You should've known, I'm always there.

Look in the mirror David,
For that's where I'll be.