Please, please, try to understand,
Difficult for me to show you my hands,
Fearing that you will not see the scars,
Tears in my eyes, gleaming like stars,
Both disappear as the sun rises again.
Hand fell into the pan as I flew off the handle,
Impossible to heal, trying to light a frozen candle,
Will never succeed, instead will always fail,
A castle constructed with well-rusted nails,
Appearing strong, in reality, a house of cards.
Stare straight into my eyes, brave one,
See these things I've said and done,
See the shame, the pride, the perceived modesty,
Look past that and find the fear of honesty,
This castle has a pure basis of lies.
The lies from those whom I've destroyed,
Have built this place completely devoid,
Of windows, doors, or even a gate,
But I refuse to resign myself to the fate,
That it shall fall like a house of cards.
Take my poisoned truth and keep it alive,
Just waiting for my second wind to arrive,
Wishing that you'd show me truth's not a ghost,
Just because I am less trusting than most,
Is that enough reason to break this glass heart,
To prove to me what I have known from the start,
That melding with me would tear anyone apart?
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Sick, Twisted, Evil, Wrong, July 6th, 2008
"You're sick."
It's a sentence I hear whenever I plan,
Every time I choose to destroy those who ran,
Every calculated move I make,
Every analyzed step I take -
It's all just "Sick."
"You're twisted."
The phrase I hear when you learn my motive,
To completely alter the way these people live,
Not content until we raise the stakes,
By the end your fear will make you shake,
I'm completely "twisted."
"You're evil."
The words I hear at every turn,
The opposite, a fact they'll never learn,
For I destroy to let them rebuild,
Minds don't reincarnate till the old is killed,
I must be "evil."
"You're wrong."
The two syllables, nothing short of truthless,
My determination comes off as simply ruthless,
Don't criticize and try to stop what you don't understand,
Don't challenge - you don't want to see me make a stand,
I'm never "wrong."
It's a sentence I hear whenever I plan,
Every time I choose to destroy those who ran,
Every calculated move I make,
Every analyzed step I take -
It's all just "Sick."
"You're twisted."
The phrase I hear when you learn my motive,
To completely alter the way these people live,
Not content until we raise the stakes,
By the end your fear will make you shake,
I'm completely "twisted."
"You're evil."
The words I hear at every turn,
The opposite, a fact they'll never learn,
For I destroy to let them rebuild,
Minds don't reincarnate till the old is killed,
I must be "evil."
"You're wrong."
The two syllables, nothing short of truthless,
My determination comes off as simply ruthless,
Don't criticize and try to stop what you don't understand,
Don't challenge - you don't want to see me make a stand,
I'm never "wrong."
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