Painless, Relentless.

Is it painless?
Or is it relentless?
It's however you be it so.
Every hour, every day.
What else is there to know?

I can't make my own decisions.
I'm here for your delight.
You call to me I need to change
So I just as well might.
You say you're always right.

The sobbing screams,
The silent pains.
Either way they play the same.
Maybe I'm going insane,
Or you enjoy breaking me.

All the lights have dimmed,
All the creatures have died,
The plants have wilted.
Perhaps, so shall I.
Perhaps, I will lie.

Lain in a bed,
It's filled with thorns and thistle.
You removed the flowers,
I am at your dismissal.
Now I'm making this epistle.

It wasn't painless,
You're far too relentless.
The colors softly dim,
My eyes start to close.
Maybe this happened,
As you be it so.

Reviews

[Donald Cole]

Love you girly. Its funny how these things stick with us. Reality

[Donald Cole]

sad and beautiful. lifes bringing. wonderful but reality