Broken glass shatters
Back stabbed
The way home in blood clot
Trails to the morgue
It is what I still do best
Strapping you in the chest
With fatal mortal sized wounds
Rounds filled with nitrates
To soak your blood
Cause it’s like the old game
‘You hurt me, so I destroy
It all from the ground up’
Pulling
Falling
Again aching
The knife between my legs
Slices you apart
Destroy what was left
Linger for long
Something so pure
So white
Now drenched in blood
And disgust
The way I leave the place a mess
You just can’t help but scar
By this charring nature
The nurture of dysfunction
Keep our motors wheeling
On hot engine oil we function
Like coffee brewing in the morning
I stay awake all night, just
Hating myself even more, digging
Deeper trenches of shame
Guard the light
The name of the game
Escapism
When I was just a little boy
Looking for love
With blood on my hands
And everyone crying
Trying to leave
Now awake a man
And once again broken
Another heart
Even my own
I slice so smooth
Waiting, watching
Towards the front of the room
Asking
Please send someone please
Come to the rescue
Only to be laid to rest
In these pages
Someone come
To my rescue, to find these idle
Hands, digging, sinking
Deeper in muddled lands
Ruining your weekend
And our dream plans
Some sort of fantasy ending
No boundary, no definition
Just hurt, and pain
When my mind wanders
Back to your face
When your mind wanders back
To our place
I can’t help but wince
At how bad things really got
Un believable
Where we got off
This train wreck against the wall
Bodies scatter the hillside
Crash and burn we fall
Helpless, distant, we fail
I absolutely love this one. It evokes such emotion and passion in reading it. Beautiful.
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