Stranded

You tried to strand me.
Left me across state lines, a map drawn in your malice,
Expecting me to drown in a desert with no palace.
I remained judicious, a mountain while you were a storm,
Holding my tongue while your insults took a jagged form.
You needed my hand, but your own ex saw the truth—
That you are a hollow vessel, wasting away your youth.

You tried to strand me.
But let’s be clear about the weight of your soul:
He only stayed because you were desperate, lacking control.
You demand gratitude for "good deeds" that were only bait,
But I’ll say it plain, before it’s too late:
You are a despicable architecture of broken parts,
A black hole consuming the rhythm of better hearts.

Your own child is a prisoner in a cell you call home,
Stranded in a different plight, forbidden to roam.
While she lives in the shadow of the walls you’ve built thin,
I am the one who escaped the rot from within.
God pulled back the curtain, showed the jagged edge of your blade,
Revealing the ruins of the life you’ve mislaid.
If I had stayed close, if I had trusted your "love,"
I’d be a carcass below, not the eagle above.

You tried to strand me.
But look at the cost of your arrogant pride.
Poison Romeo, with nowhere left to hide.
Even Tybalt, an enemy, had a code he would keep,
While you are just a coward with a debt far too deep.
You tried to strand me, to leave me in the gray,
But now the silence is yours at the end of the day.
The hopelessness you planted has grown in your yard,
And playing the victim is getting remarkably hard.

Heaven led me to the light, confirmed the stench of your breath,
A darkness so heavy it’s a living death.
Even the greatest physician, with the sharpest of tools,
Couldn't excise the venom that makes you the king of fools.
God knows the penalty, He’s balancing the scales,
While you sit in the wreckage, biting your nails.

You tried to strand me.
You thought you were the hunter, the master of Fate,
But you locked the door while I was already outside the gate.
The tables didn't turn; I flipped the whole room.
Now you’re the only one suffocating in your own gloom.

You tried to strand me.
Write it on your walls. Remember the name.
Because you’re the one currently drowning in the lack of my flame.
You thought you left me with nothing in a world cold and wide?
Look around you: I am the shore, and you are the receding tide.