For All That I Couldn'tA Poem by Vincent CuccoloA collaboration by my friend Dina and ITear me down To wake me up Annihilate me in the heat of the moment To make me realize These ashes hold meaning Give me your all, for all the times that I couldn’t
Our
pendulum of devotion Rocks
the balance of lust Outwits
gravity Toys
with the friction Of
letting go or hanging on For
a truth or bitter sweet consequence Lightning
memories strike my fear Releasing
this heart for another go At
what I must consume inside this sheltered skin When
it jolts me in the gut I awaken The
weight of your touch Pulls
me into submission Licking the taste of your
forgiveness Rip me open with remorse Jaggedly, hurriedly
The inner contents plague-black Impure Is this who I really am? I’m scared Unsure
Reflections gleam back a dark luster Mirror, mirror On the wall Portrays the sickest of them all The way I twist and bend Your every word Into the balloon beast I see fit Hellish hands
that sculpt lies The fallacies I conjure
Fire
ignites Blasting
through these veins Coal
eyes Hollow,
cold Repetitive
mechanism Screeches
to a halt Slap
faced reality stings Leaves
another mark for collection You
toyed with every fiber of my being Is
this what I want? Turned
on by this black canvas we torch
Cruelty,
manipulation, deception Stabbing
me Tearing
apart my confused soul The
demons inside my head Sing
me a demented lullaby For
this sweet curse cradles me In
the arms of indifference I
wander through the dimensions of eternal sentiments
Lessons learned the hard way As I fall into the cracks of your broken heart A bottomless pit Seeing your pain Knowing your
nightmare The other side I was too proud to heed Gouging my eyes at the horrific sight
I can stomach myself no longer I’m frightfully ill Demeaned FRANTIC FOR REDEMPTION To shed this careless skin
2012
Vincent Cuccolo & Dina Darling © 2012 Vincent Cuccolo |
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Added on July 15, 2012 Last Updated on July 15, 2012 AuthorVincent CuccoloMaplewood, NJAboutI was born on August 18th, 1990. I live in the US at Maplewood, NJ. Writing wasn't always my forte; I initially wanted to pursue drawing as a career. It wasn't until 2005 did I step my feet within the.. more..Writing
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