i do not linger on you
i cant choose to be
on the brink of blood soaked victory
i will win for the both of us
i need you to remember me as you saw me
and not the way i was
so fuelled by passion and ecstasy
time only distorts as mirrors do at times
people are different in how they think
of wrong and right and good and bad
it is something that bothers me
because i cant choose between anything
so thoughtless and conceited i must be
to be silent and joyless on my own
i hope you remember me as a monster
as a dog and as a coward
YOU ARE READING
my darkest mind
Poetryoh, my darkest mind, still as you incarnadine me in vain, you behold me as i fall. deeper, my darkest mind, roiling in fury, the fever you gift me, pain that befalls me, obsidian once sharp had since dulled to reveal the rectification of what used...
