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May 2015
I can’t sleep at night
Nor can I eat alright
In fact, anything I try to do
All end up undone

Every night I desperately try to sleep
Every time the dawn comes to shine its light on me
I feel uneasy, weak, and weary
Yet my senses are always on the ready

I am not sure of what continuously haunts
My soul as I continue to miserably live on
What cruelty have I done to deserve this fate?
And suffer in every minute of every day

This all started when I had done
That one deed that needed to be done
To save my life and continue to breath
The air of life and the lively feeling

You may ask what deed it is I speak of
Very well, I will tell you my tale
If you promise that you will never tell this to anybody
No living soul, other than you and me

Do you accept? Very well
Here is my story, I hope you’re ready

It was a cool, lovely evening
With the air refreshing as can be
The sound of merriment filled the streets
Coming from the filthy pubs and inns

My love, who’s name I cannot say
For it is too lovely for any mortal’s mouth
To say and speak in any way
Not because I forgot it the very next day

We were walking down the streets that night
Enjoying ourselves for the success of my fight
I cheated, yes, but it was a victory nonetheless
And so we were out having fun with what we had

It was late in the evening, almost midnight I recall
I got drunk from all the drinking I had done
And so my love and I started our way home
To continue our celebration under sheets and robes

On our way home, with the streets so empty
I saw men coming our way, and they looked shady
Yet with the *** I chugged, I did not realize their presence
Until it was too late and they had started their way

We were taken to a dark, stinky alley
Where they beat me up and stole all my money
My love, still beautiful even while crying
She just looked at me with her eyes sparkling

After they were done with me, they set their sights
On the woman I love, and turned to me with a smile
The shady fellows cut her clothes and gawked at the scene
My lover, undressed, with all her splendor and glory

They started their nasty ways with her temple
Defiled it with their swords and disgusting words
I stood up, having come to my senses
How you ask? They knocked me to my senses

As I watched them violate the one I held dear
I feared for my life and slowly backed off
As I watched them have their way and just looked back
I limped for my life, with my lover’s screams filling my ears

That is my tale, young lad, it is done
The rest of it is too much for you,I take it
Perhaps another day, when you grow older
Although I doubt I’d still live with my condition

Say, why do you look so furious?
Like a lion ready to maul its prey to death
And eat it up after having its ****
Only that you’d **** me with that sword of yours instead

Ah, so that’s why you looked familiar
You’re her brother, Lan, aren’t you?
Mad at me leaving your sister dead and slaughtered?
If it were you in the same place, you would’ve also been a coward

But you know what, I think you had just helped
Me to realize that sin that I have committed
To suffer this lifeless, fearful, life that torments me every day
And now I can die in peace, in your hands nonetheless

Come now, stab me through the heart and with it be done
Or would you rather slash and dismember me limb from limb?
Your vengeance sated, my actions be punished, either way
Replace my curse with the punishment of eternal hell

You have done well, Lan, I thank you
For ending my curse and starting anew
I'll be off now, but hear out my last words
I still love Janie, I'm sorry she loved me too
Jon Faux
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