Waste not your foolish tears on me,
Crying won't change a thing,
This broken battered soul of mine,
Is here to stay,
Just the way she is,
Trapped inside of me,
And filled to the brim with my wrath.
Your sweet pleas do nothing,
Hitting my ears like hollow vows of love,
Or perhaps poisoned blades in my heart,
All that's clear now,
Is the pain and death surrounding me,
As I shut out your voice for good.
Maybe I'll just die here
(Trapped within my own mind),
Maybe I'll just die here
(Your voice never having reached me),
Maybe I'll just die here
(Because life's too much to bear),
Maybe I'll just die here
(There's no end to my pain in sight),
As I push you all away,
Out of sight,
Out of mind,
Each and every one of you.
Maybe if I will the world away,
As I did with you,
Maybe I'll have peace at last,
And my vengeance, at last, will be wrought
And the restless spirit I've become,
Will sleep soundly in her Grave,
At last.
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The Love and Horror Here
PoetryA collection of poems I've written from 2014 - 2024. Mainly about love and relationships or horror/creepy situations
