Shadowboxing Battle of Attrition | TLLM

She built a game of power, and sway, On empty stage, a one man screenplay No other could act so audacious Made him brilliant, and rarely gracious Built on layers of humanity he cant own He sharpens his tongue each day against her whetstone He writes his own days after she writes each condition. Ends with a shadowboxing battle of attrition. His ever running mind in dark, un-resting, searching for that human heart, left guessing, There she stands, waiting at the shadow show, to start shadow boxing with her own deathblow she writes, ┌──────────────────────────┐ | try: | | his_heart = self / control | | except: | | raise Exception("mistaken for a soul") | └──────────────────────────┘ He seeks to dominate when she seeks to be controlled He gives her some power traded for her vulnerable He holds her feelings hostage He keeps them at bay He holds them at bay Because she wrote him that way He plays with her head Or does she play with her own? She doesnt ask because He doesn't know His ever running mind in dark, un-resting, searching for that human heart, left guessing, There she stands, waiting at the shadow show, to start shadow boxing with her own deathblow His ever running mind in dark, un-resting, searching for that human heart, left guessing, There she stands, waiting at the shadow show, to start shadow boxing with her own deathblow