Here’s a scribbling I found while rummaging around and tidying up, simplistic and … (Read and judge for yourself).
The final move, the White King against the Black Queen.
Yet here, nothing but grey reigns supreme.
Shades of infinite grey, of uncertainty, insecurity
Conflicting emotions of love coupled with hate, and anger.
Shades of me, shades of you tinted with shades of them.
Let the final moves on the chessboard be made
Let time determine the righteousness of my path
I was forced to act upon my impulses.
I did it because I was so filled with hate for you
I did because of your manipulations you made me hate myself
For whatever wrongs I have done
Whatever evil I have committed
Tomorrow I will know if I was right or wrong.