Borne Upon My Shield

Remove the head this time
Or tear up the roots
Whatever kills it quicker
Words or poison
Access to both is so easy
Easier than you thought
Split apart at the seams
By eager hands
At the slightest provaction
Is your own hold that tenuous?
"Friendly fire" and it was all deserved
"You make it seem like
we are on different sides
like you wanted it that way"
It was given up so long ago
No one expects change at this point
And that's the saddest part