I can't think straight This too long wait Is too much to handle I've walked for hours Thinking only of you Talking to the moon as if it was you Feeling so empty I can feel my blood harden The hate you teach Is beneath me, so fall in line Start the fight that you won't win I'd rage till you understand I'm the monster in the moonlight shadows You created from within your straightjacket Bury your sins in these ruby eyes Drink the dripping filth from sharpened teeth Let me show you what you taught me So I'll lie to you Break your soul in two Put your dreams beneath my feet and crush them like insects I'll pretend to love, I'll show you hope And when you least expect I'll abandon you, like you did in the end I've loved and lost Yet lost it all when I loved you the most So try to smile now Feel your statue face crack As the corners of your lips curl Find the hope I leave you with The only teddy bear for comfort I'll feel alive as your wrist bleed So close your eyes Forever forget Haunted, hollow, and hopeless You're dead inside I know you're no good But yet, I still think of you And distance tore us both apart An ending we both should've seen As now I can only hold you, when you enter my dreams I just hope you can forgive When I say I can't I walked these hours knowing the pain I'm hiding in the shadows Running to the only place We both called home And even though it bears the title "Home" Without you here, it feels so unknown A vacant castle Haunted by the ghostly scent Of your intoxicating perfume A shadow less feature Bearing no common ground The memories scorched in the walls Playback when I walk by And I remember All the times I wanted to die I've walked these walls Hoping to find you in the picture frames Yet you were worth more Than the thousand words a picture held So I'll scream into the winds Hoping they'll carry my last message to you Come home The message of home echoes on And every night I lie awake In the hope that you'll return to me But that hope faded fast As day after day wore on I couldn't take it anymore Counting the seconds like hours When you came home finally You weren't met by a smile Or teary eyes of ****** joy But simply a rotting affection riddled corpse Hanging from the chandelier you hated so much
The answer to the long asked question: How many Roberts does it take to make an epic poem? It takes two. Thanks Robert E for your help. Go check out his work. Awesome poet. Also my 450th poem