Loaded Relation You ambush me With a loaded gun! Stick with me Or hit the dirt. You turned Our relation into dust And expect me To show trust! I may have lost my steam There are however, Some remnants of self-esteem. Enough of your poisoned darts I have chewed enough On your guilt laden tarts. Nothing binds us anymore but the kids Their plight Pricks my conscience And I bleed And you revel In the blood bath. Your gun Does not scare me The scum can Merrily engulf me. Yet I will survive And breathe. It is the kids, I know They shall Be the life Or The death of me! Shyam