A lore for the broken hearted [Parts 1 and 2]A Poem by Bleeding Ink AnthologyInspired from an aquaintance.
Prt.1 Love incomplete and the sweet soft lies split from your lips tell me we were to reign in this temple we built with our bare hands, and the images and scenery we painted with our soft fingertips dancing across the silky creations we made and left to exist. Who knew then what I know now that forever our hearts would continue endlessly in a world so void, so ever alone. So ever left to rot in a place I once called home. A place where I let you mould me, and sculpt me a beautiful statue in your eye to just tear me down limb from limb, piece by f*****g peace with lie after lie? You dissolved into me like a thousand hits of acid, left peeling away the pale of my silk skin, its become a habit; let the crimson dirty dead blood slip down an as a never ending trail of whats left within, whats left of the euphoria that sank into me and the comfort and shelter you blessed me with. So now im thinking of when the old times came, basking in the warm sunlight that crashed upon our evil creations like a tidal wave, and I swallowed every word of lie you spat as I lost myself in your love filled lies, and now im left with a soulless name; Why my love, do you give me wings to fly into the sun just to watch me burn up in your games?
Prt.2
Let the soulless demise begin to never end in a lifeless reformation of who I used to be, no matter what you see of me I cannot be that person anymore I cannot look up to you and I cannot care, to me you are dead a stupid formation of lies in my mind that I try to find, the truth, the truth you cease to spell in empty words spit like sharp sides of sparkling diamonds, my star, of lies, in the night I find that the only way to be, is to be without you, to be only me in this soulless piece of s**t you let me turn into and form to become, I have nothing left to give and nothing left to say, you took my words in webs spun with hate, now I cannot give a f**k, because you took all I had, all my luck, all my life and in those words you forced your spite, hate filled words covered in crimson kisses, flavored candy begins this story, a life lost yet I still try to find, the heart you once had, you said I took, left you behind, it was not me fore I still care, I still care if your hurt and in pain but you cannot care for me, you cannot even see my name, printed in rose petals across the sky, your heart was mine, you promised sweet forevers and never ending dreams, painted poison with your lies in the masquerade of hate you spun, hate you told me was love and now I have nothing. Nothing left for you. Fore you are nothing to me. I know from the truth you run. © 2008 Bleeding Ink AnthologyAuthor's Note
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Added on May 26, 2008 AuthorBleeding Ink AnthologyCheshire, United KingdomAboutI am an inventor, a creator. I wear low riders, baggy boy pants and tug my pants cause Im so boy. I jump in lakes when Im pissed (drunk). And talk about the future and the un.. more..Writing
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