The Habit of a Crashing Castle

Sacrifice when the ocean of brick collapses.

The habit, the heartache, the hurt,

And the way that I decide to flirt.

I cannot help but hurt myself.

It reflects that I love you when you put me through Hell.

Tell me how I can help myself.

Can I stop whining long enough to breathe?

Good question, just look at me!

I've sensed the evil that I bring.

With a loving and yearning heart, I sing.

I hope in doing so I won't destroy everything!

The faking, the falling, the feel,

And the way that you always squeal.

I can't help but grip the bricks

And pull them out one by one.

I'll lay my bent fingers on the keystone!

"Leave it alone! Leave it alone!"

They all shriek and they all call!

The sky is my ally

And the sea is my enemy!

I can fly, but swimming is an impossibility.

I can fly or so I try.

I am swallowed by the decaying fortress.

My fault is this awfully faked moment.

She decays because of me.

I crushed the castle, under your lead.

I crushed the castle. 

I SAID I'D NEVER STOP!

Sure, you have never heard of me.

I promised myself that I would hide once I would leave.

I spoke such promises under my breathe.

And that was as you fled.

I was left for dead.

Tears met my bloodstream!
The salt met my wounds!

Yeah, I did cry while I bled...

What else could be said?

What else could be said?

I fell from the sky, 

Drowning in an ocean of brick.

What else could be said?

I crushed my head.

The edge was so slick...

We couldn't say it was an accident.

Author's Note

8/101 of Inquisition

Reviews

[Miss Owl]

Such a sad story in your poem. The tragedy that life can be sometimes.
Wonderfully written and very readable.

[Jack Wolfe]

I do apologies for my late arrival, feeling a bit better today. Thanks for your patience and understanding. On to the review.

It reflects that I love you when you put me through Hell. (this line was very strenuous due to its length apposed to your previous verses, perhaps break it up some.)

Speaks of a man who knows he's a destructive force, and even though he can see the damage he inflicts, he can't change, wants to, but his inner turmoil, thoughts, personality, tend to steer him against his chosen path, and afterward, he looks back at the wreckage, and ask, “Did I really do that,” “I'm so sorry,” my eyes are blind when emotion takes over.