Wrecked In Triangular Battlefield, by Don't build lies on ice cubes.
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Take that sharp object and ram it in my neck
How pleasant and sweet you are to me
Days I sobbed a tragic dying wreck
They seemed like eternity
That knife in my heart caused my tears to bleed
And you just threw excessive salt
Silent thoughts caused an unending greed
Got the blame and it wasn’t my fault
How I hated and how I despised the grief
For someone who bruised me to the core
Jealous rage at the lying thief
Both took my heart in hands and tore
In pieces. Broken pottery hurled in lover’s fight.
The glee at the humiliation shone from their face
Your voice whispered to me in the dead of the night
Whilst through the day I walked in disgrace
Thrice the lover cut me down to the ground
And thrice was given the nod of heads
Longing for he who was lost then found
Take that longing and rip it to shreds
Over and the calm fell in ecstasy
Although the eyes do glare with malice
Granted the wish of being let be
Yet such an ordeal leaves one callous
My barrier built as through the shrapnel I rose
And you begged my heart to mend
But I wasn’t forgiving for taking such blows
And above it I would not transcend
Admitted you had acted immorally wrong
You sought my trust once more
And the time meant my bitterness had gone
Friendship I could manage to endure
So tell me why you would risk it again?
Drudge the past up from where it did belong
Right in front of me you would inflict the pain
Excruciating agony that you continue to prolong
A tongue can lash in fearful spite
Threw me off of my now stable guard
Fought it with tremendous might
But when I lost, I came down hard
Its not like I loved you; love you; never will
But boiled hate has got to erupt
She’s laughing for the dream that you do fill
Whilst me, I’m the one that’s corrupt
Well thank you lover, friend, foe
For dancing in the gleaming sun
This ferocious battle began long ago
And I know that I never won
So why did we bother to hurt all involved
Who triumphs for the most tears
These issues with us shall never be resolved
But I’m locking them away for years
And never again can I be anything to you
Except a distant fading memory
No acquaintance, no friend, certainly no love that’s true
Please don’t ever ask it of me
So you took that sharp object and rammed it in my neck
How pleasant and sweet you were
And how ever since I was a tragic dying wreck
Never again. Go do it to her.
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Posted: 2010-06-15 22:02:59 UTC |
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2005-04-27 18:23:29 | abs |
i hope that got it out of ur system jem, fab poem especially when you know who the personas are ;) |