I can no longer tell what’s worse,
To live the happy lonely curse,
Or to cause immense pain,
Without nary a thing to gain.
We wished to stay together,
As our hearts said ‘its better’.
The gremlins, ghouls and ghosts,
Preyed on emotions as hosts.
Bore the burden bashfully,
As though we never knew a bully.
We inflicted wounds that won’t heal,
Just to show ourselves we can still feel.
We hated them, the pain inflictors and pain creators,
Till we built a land full of them and became dictators.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 5:33 AM UTC
I can no longer tell what’s worse,
To live the happy lonely curse,
Or to cause immense pain,
Without nary a thing to gain.
We wished to stay together,
As our hearts said ‘its better’.
The gremlins, ghouls and ghosts,
Preyed on emotions as hosts.
Bore the burden bashfully,
As though we never knew a bully.
We inflicted wounds that won’t heal,
Just to show ourselves we can still feel.
We hated them, the pain inflictors and pain creators,
Till we built a land full of them and became dictators.
