Poems

Time Will Tell, I Suppose...

How can I supposed to accept fate,
when fate does not know its limit?
Who am I supposed to forgive,
when a mistake extends my own grasp?

I had something – I had everything.
They took it away.
They had something – they had everything.
I took it away.

I am no guardian, I am no lover.
I am the bringer of death.
A moth to a flame.
A path that destroys oneself is a path worth pursuing.
To ease the noose tied around my neck.

To forgive is to let go.
I refuse.
The blood is in our hands.
I keep pushing the wheel forward, this will never end.
I refuse to end it.

I cannot control.
I must smear the ground with the violence I've done.
Paint the walls with your blood.
The voices won't leave me – it must feed.
So I obeyed.

Death won't speak to me. Life won't speak to me.
So I speak for myself.
There will be consequences, destruction is inevitable.
But vengeance is a sweet anodyne for heartache. 

The spirit spoke to me as I deluge in remorse.
"They deserve this. They deserve this." 
But do they?

Time will tell, I suppose...