All I have is an
Overflowing cauldron.
My rage knows no bounds.
I refuse to put a
Cork on it.
Too many times have I
Let you walk over me.
My love has become my
Weakness.
Once I drowned in the pools
Of my own sadness.
Now I bask in the adrenaline of
My rage. I succumb-
To these thoughts of evil.
Regret knows me not.
Forgiveness died in the
War with my rage.
Surely but gladly,
Your head I will lay down-
On the softest of cotton.
I will read scriptures for the Goodness there once was
Of you.
Then Psalms will I say,
In all my fury for you.
Your door I will close peacefully, As the second to last
Of your chapter.
I'll talk to your shiny black door,
Then.....
I'll lay you down in that which You came from.
A thick brownish-red blanket
Will give you warmth but
Give you a taste of coldness.
I'll smile as if I know
Not who the culprit is.
Your chapter has ended.
From above comes
Crying.
Why weep for someone evil?
I walk away with nothing but an Abyss in my chest.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 8:29 PM UTC
All I have is an
Overflowing cauldron.
My rage knows no bounds.
I refuse to put a
Cork on it.
Too many times have I
Let you walk over me.
My love has become my
Weakness.
Once I drowned in the pools
Of my own sadness.
Now I bask in the adrenaline of
My rage. I succumb-
To these thoughts of evil.
Regret knows me not.
Forgiveness died in the
War with my rage.
Surely but gladly,
Your head I will lay down-
On the softest of cotton.
I will read scriptures for the Goodness there once was
Of you.
Then Psalms will I say,
In all my fury for you.
Your door I will close peacefully, As the second to last
Of your chapter.
I'll talk to your shiny black door,
Then.....
I'll lay you down in that which You came from.
A thick brownish-red blanket
Will give you warmth but
Give you a taste of coldness.
I'll smile as if I know
Not who the culprit is.
Your chapter has ended.
From above comes
Crying.
Why weep for someone evil?
I walk away with nothing but an Abyss in my chest.