Tension

Note: I wrote this immediately after an argument with Jim, in which he basically told me he hopes God sends me to Hell, where I belong. My apologies if this makes no sense; I don't do well when I'm upset.

Your voice is fiery, your grip is like steel
I don't think I can escape- this agreement's been sealed
Our eternal battle has many years til it ends
I'll be surprised if we ever become friends
Our arms are locked in a power war
No victory yet, just bruises and sores
The broken mirrors, once showing my faults
Were transformed into a safe, my own little vault
The walls I was just taking down are erected once again
Higher, stronger, I'll never trust you again
The desert of my soul, scorched in love's thirst
Was moist for a while, before your lightning storms set ablaze the dirt
I'd thought we had love in our heart for each other, after five years of hate
But I see now that that particular hope is a waste
You won't change your 'superior' ways, and I won't change mine
We're on the edges of our sanity, overstepping the line
The bomb is ticking, Father, and it won't stop just because you demand it
Once it goes off, the dynamite will be lit
We'll start a nuclear fight, the Cold War reincarnate
Let's see what kind of havoc we can make
Hatred, selfishness, greed, and confusion
We can't keep reality separate from illusion
We've each deceived the opponent too many times
And when we snap, we don't realize what replays in our opposite's mind
I hear your regret, I, your ungrateful daughter
I know you wish I was more like, Betrenna, my elder
I hear your anger through the cellular phone
And I know you don't care if I end up alone