Twice

Voices hit — they miss the mark

Hands grasp, but I withstand

I’ve felt the worst; the rest is thin

Your flame dies before I blink

Blows fall short

I track each one

I’ve faced the end

All turns to dust

You won’t be what breaks me

That chapter’s carved in stone

I know what ruin feels like

You barely register

Strikes come fast, they graze my skin

Empty threats — they don’t get in

I walked through fire, felt the burn

Your trail fades; no return

You move — I watch

No step missed

I shift — you stall

Dismissed

You won’t be what breaks me

That chapter’s carved in stone

I know what ruin feels like

You can’t touch me now

You strike again — it’s all the same

I’ve known collapse, carried the weight

No claw, no fire, no reach remains

I move past what you contain

You won’t be what breaks me

That chapter’s carved in stone

I know what ruin feels like

You are gone to me

And it’s hard… to kill… something… twice…