Bored demon scribbling.

This just is what it is.

The unfinished work of your heart

Fastened itself to my torn up mentality.

And nestled in and caused me so much drama

That I had to seek a fortune teller’s wisdom

To keep from freaking out.

 

All in your name.

Your name is from a demon’s scribbling

That it does when he is bored on a random night

as he sits in Hell with idle hands and a brand new pen.

 

You held no conclusion or consequence yet you were mine.

 

You.

Incomplete and beneath me

 

Three years wasted

Minutes and seconds, and breaths and explanations

My neck was on the line

your guilt questioned more quietly

but I tried to bring you to justice.

Held you out in front of a hanging jury

And yet, even with all the proof

You walked away unscathed

While the noose all but broke my fragile neck

All for you

and for the ever hardening sin

Of being in love with someone

Not worth my most passing thoughts.

Reviews

[EMF]

As harsh as a rasp file across the eye's. As painful as well. You draw the reader into your world and captivate tehm there with the intensity of emotion. The phraseology that plays with your mind while the emotion draws you closer to the end. Wanting to give the bloke...a damn good chat too. No. Little box still won't let me give more than 100