It should have been paradise. It should have been everything I've ever dreamt of, hoped and wished for. It did not take my breath away, and it wasn't worth fighting for. The pain did not outweigh the pride, and my heart still lies broken inside. I lay down my arms, I give up the fight, I throw my arms into the sky, and I realise I'm at the end of the fight. My faith walks on broken glass, and I wonder if anything is built to last. I stood too close to the fire, I played the game too much. So when it's time to live and let die, I can't expect another try. My thoughts have taken their toll, so I slowly lose control. I feel myself suffocating, and as I lay down to sleep, my mind breaks the spirit of my dreams.
Checkmate
