That ***** of yours that rules your life
has stabbed and torn my
flesh, spirit, mind, heart
apart.
Are you blind to the carnage
in plain view?
My warm blood that you say you hold so dear
puddles and pools
coagulates and cools
in front of you.
I see your footprints walking away
leaving a trail of maroon to dry
to a dusty brown.
I am empty of
hope, trust, will, want.
You have taken all of me
my tears
my safety
my health
my self-respect
my desire
my dignity.
You have it all already.
What more could you possibly want?
I am a void
and you want more....?
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
That ***** of yours that rules your life
has stabbed and torn my
flesh, spirit, mind, heart
apart.
Are you blind to the carnage
in plain view?
My warm blood that you say you hold so dear
puddles and pools
coagulates and cools
in front of you.
I see your footprints walking away
leaving a trail of maroon to dry
to a dusty brown.
I am empty of
hope, trust, will, want.
You have taken all of me
my tears
my safety
my health
my self-respect
my desire
my dignity.
You have it all already.
What more could you possibly want?
I am a void
and you want more....?
Comedy or tragedy? You decide.
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