Thanks For NothingA Poem by Trinity GraceA set of freestyle-based lyrics that I have wrote recently, based off of an ex.Numb to the first incision
I was blinded with a hopeful vision Dazed, so amazed. Pinning back the thick layer of flesh A brand new environment, emotion, so fresh Best, before the test. Gliding your hand into the crimson wound Snap one... snap two The slight tension made my head swoon Snap three... snap four. This feels stronger than before. Cracking ribs all around my cage Using her eyes as the perfect set stage Crooked smile of a narcissistic devil Such anger for a girl of her level You've made a path to make your way through Sensing your intentions, I don't know what to do Mind full of love Veins full of fear You pick at em' Leaving them sheer Cords fall limp, I fill with regret Since our day one, you've had your moves set Grip tightened on the beating structure I'm clenching teeth as your nails make puncture I've got no crutch, no clutch, all the such No support You're too good at this, feels like you've done it before It's amazing what goes wrong when you want to explore Get all of the good assumptions, shoved back at your door- -Step back to your old pattern I've set fire to your letters and laughed as they burned- -in the air, what you do isn't fair, not that you have cared. As your endeavor advances, my muscles are tight You ripped my core right out into my sight Right out of my chest, look at this mess A mess that you can't clean up You can replace the carpet but the wood is still stained Left detained, refrained Torn and tattered Refreshing to know that what was great has all shattered My heart is still in your hand You grin as you look down If I had the strength, right then, right there 'Could have made that a frown Poking and provoking, wasn't good enough Pulling out words, sharp as blades You chose to play rough. Faces splattered with my reddened matter Listen around, hear their mimical chatter All of the promises you've made were just insincere flatter Oh? Now you're done? I could have swore you were just having fun You ripped me apart I won't let it ever happen again And you have the nerve to say that you want to be my friend Delayed tears now race down like rivers As you glue my life back in You've made this all out to be just a round In the game of operation. © 2010 Trinity GraceAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTrinity GraceGlen Burnie, MDAboutMy name is Trinity. I'm 16 years old. Writing is my drug and internal therapy. more.. |