Life throws
live bombs at you;
abuse,
cruelty,
manipulation by
‘so called’
loved ones,
betrayal of trust,
****** of innocense,
all contributing
to the grand design
and creation of a
sorrowful, raging monster;
a special breed.
You come to
discover and sharpen
the only real
weapons
you possess…
YOUR WORDS.
These words
become like machetes,
cutting and chopping
through bone.
These words
become the lethal
bullets that
penetrate
deep into the
crevices of
heart and mind.
Somewhere,
within the vast
depth of yourself
you find a strength
and courage,
in between
the layers of
rusted scars,
creating a new
persona,
one who will
stand up for you,
when your fragile
‘self’
cannot.
This creature
takes the brunt
of the hurt
and fear
directed your
way.
Those that pretend
to love you,
yet cause only harm,
witness this savior
you’ve borne,
and have the nerve
to be offended.
Often these
Pretenders
find it quite
entertaining to
watch and listen
as you tear
another apart.
That is,
until you turn,
and point your revolver…
at THEM.
Bang! Bang! goes
that gun,
and down they go,
obliterated
by your own hand,
and you can
only offer up
an amused grin…
as they
bite the bullet!
~ by Mercurychyld
Copyrights
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
Life throws
live bombs at you;
abuse,
cruelty,
manipulation by
‘so called’
loved ones,
betrayal of trust,
****** of innocense,
all contributing
to the grand design
and creation of a
sorrowful, raging monster;
a special breed.
You come to
discover and sharpen
the only real
weapons
you possess…
YOUR WORDS.
These words
become like machetes,
cutting and chopping
through bone.
These words
become the lethal
bullets that
penetrate
deep into the
crevices of
heart and mind.
Somewhere,
within the vast
depth of yourself
you find a strength
and courage,
in between
the layers of
rusted scars,
creating a new
persona,
one who will
stand up for you,
when your fragile
‘self’
cannot.
This creature
takes the brunt
of the hurt
and fear
directed your
way.
Those that pretend
to love you,
yet cause only harm,
witness this savior
you’ve borne,
and have the nerve
to be offended.
Often these
Pretenders
find it quite
entertaining to
watch and listen
as you tear
another apart.
That is,
until you turn,
and point your revolver…
at THEM.
Bang! Bang! goes
that gun,
and down they go,
obliterated
by your own hand,
and you can
only offer up
an amused grin…
as they
bite the bullet!
~ by Mercurychyld
Copyrights
Retaliation, revenge, Karma
