ashes

torn to pieces i watch it burt to ashes

confound with emotions as the flames grow high it slashes

inside of my head im screaming to be inside just to see

the fire , the embers the hate you braught me

it burns me and singes , turns my soul further black

even blacker than it once was now theres no turning back

i beg to walk into this blaze of my making , i tremble and shake

i pray you dont scream when you finally wake

a burning of your possesions decimating the blue white red stars and stripes

and your lungs go and the bubbles blow when you breath in deep on your smack pipe

i watched you kill yourself slowly once a day for too long

im gone now so i leave a note on the doorstep to tell you "you were wrong "

and i walk cold along the streets to look for a heart

because mine was in that apartmant burnt to sinders in a box oh so smart

so by the end of tonights fight il have begun my new start

 

 

Author's Note

dedicated to my ex becky rot in hell by the way
apart from that dont ask me why i hate her
its too hard to explain
im not a hateful person buut she filled me with hate
and its been bubling away for a while

Reviews

[*** Hey Jude***]

You have great expression in your narration. It obvious this came from a place deep within. I hope this cathartic write helps you let go of the hate. The right one is there for you that will treat, as it should be. This is a subject that is very relatable for me. Nice work~ Jude :-)

The hate is very clear in this piece of writing.
Brilliant flow, use of rhyming, sort of like a chant. Actually, more like a rant. My favorite line would have to be: "confound with emotions as the flames grow high it slashes".