Some things are a fake in this world. They seem to cover it up with bejewelled innocence, but what if they really were innocent, just wrongly set aside like a fake the rest of the world seemed to be.
As I lie in these shadows
Watching and waiting
Tossing and turning
Vengeful and hating
--
In my dreams
I see your eyes
A vision of love
A vision of lies
--
As my tears fall
I watch them drown themselves
As they trail down my skin
Creating foreboding wells
--
In my heart
I curse you to hell
Whispering words of hate
As it is my soul you sell
--
I snort cruelly
Sitting up with the covers
There's no such thing
As a four leaf
Lucky clover
--
You sell those lies
You promised to keep
It is everything about you
That makes my body
And heart weep
--
Standing up in my room
My feet colliding
I glide to the window
My mind still
Set on deciding
--
The raindrops fall
As soft tattoo on the glass
My eyes widen and blink
As they watch
The damned crawl across the grass
--
They arrive at my doorstep
I let them in
Willingly giving them the knife
Their faces stretching
Into a lecherous grin
--
The steel blade plunges
They run to the door
They turn around and watch
As my cold dead body
Hits the cold dead floor
--
I am at peace
There are no more dreams
To dream for now
But alas I still remain in this world
As it is the angels
That begin to bow
--
To you my love
It is you that is a curse
But I cannot be rid you
Because it was you
That put me in that Hearse
--
I watched you cry
Those clear meaningless tears
And it is now I see
That there was nothing left
But your fears
I don't like how I wrote this poem. It seemed all over the place, exactly how I felt. To be honest, I felt empty, unable to think, let alone feel. But in my head I thought I should at least put some words together on the paper, and see what happened.
So then
What happened?
Sam
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