Tag: whispers

Subjected to your lies,

blinded by my eyes,

disenchanted,

no wishes granted,

filled with hate,

I wanna eradicate,

everything you stand for,

everything my eyes saw,

I’ll break you down,

I’ll remove your crown,

I’ll bury you deep,

in the forever sleep.

 

Star crossed at birth,

never meant to be,

never meant to see,

joining as one,

towards an ending,

an impossibility,

born from a beginning,

that should’ve never been,

perfection,

how can it be fought,

destinies wicked tentacles,

wrap around us,

as we share one last kiss,

before we end it all.

Seething,

writing,

agony,

broken,

is this who I am?

Is this me?

Is this my life? 

Where have I been?

What have I become?

did I fall so far,

did I sink so low,

that I forgot,

I lost,

who I was,

and became,

who I am,

someone I don’t know…

See me stumble,

watch me tumble,

and as I fall downward,

do not ask why,

do not lay blame,

for you cannot truly know what I have seen,

where I have been,

for you failed to know me,

for you failed to see,

who I was,

and who,

I could truly be.

I still feel you,

deep inside,

like a disease,

spreading your decay,

killing all I am,

reshaping,

remaking,

destroying,

I don’t want to be not me,

but without me who will I be,

what will I become,

once your rot is done.

 

Doomed before the first breath,

victimized,

suffocated,

ridiculed,

born out of lies,

to separate,

defecate,

but not resuscitate,

the dead stay dead,

no second chances,

no saviours,

medicate,

desecrate,

forget those who stood here before you,

wipe memories of the past,

your religion is that,

yours not mine,

rise again,

say you’re a saint,

a god,

a marvel,

to me,

you’re just one lucky son of a bitch!

 

Separation,

saturation,

senses in a spin,

closed eyes,

open hands,

spread wide,

release me,

free my soul,

desecrate my remains,

burn them with the lies I’ve told,

burn all that I thought I was,

make me something,

make me worth more than I ever thought I was,

make me,

a man. 

Buried deep,

below the skin,

underneath your soul,

it sits,

waiting,

darkness its friend,

watch,

through its eyes witness,

the falling,

the end,

all things that make you who you are,

witness,

breath,

relapse,

blood,

beating,

heart,

made of glass,

this is your last,

release.

 

What is, too much content?

What is, too many words?

What do we hope to gain from anything?

What are we after?

When we lose sight of what it is we’re doing,

we surrender ourselves to something more than what we are,

something of demeaning value,

where a like,

a comment,

rule all,

when all we want to do is create,

not for you,

or you,

or even you,

but for ourselves,

and when we find that place,

where we see the writing,

the words,

comes understanding,

and we say them aloud,

YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER ME!

I deny you your judgment.

 

Lost in the tales,

you told me,

lost in the worlds,

you made me see,

worlds bathed in beauty,

worlds swallowed in fear,

I danced to music,

music that only I hear,

you marked in your darkness,

where I was protected from the light,

you made me your perfect child,

your perfect child of the night.