Ocean of words

Checkmate

Cut through the dark caves,
Open up the front gate,
Thorns and the skeletons,
scattering all over the place;
Everything was a taunt ,
Including the way that you haunt.

Thought that you could stab me through my wounds,
Thought that you could use me for the use,
Everything was burning round the bruise
And the heart sticked together with the glue;
Fell on my knees in the game of hunt,
You might have checkmated me,
But your knife was blunt.

Have you ever thought of how I'd redress?
Have your ever thought of how I'd conquest?
Oh with you, I thought that I could rejuvenate,
Run away from the curses of the renegades.

You said that you would stay forever baby
And you did stay for so long,
Not beside me but in my memories;
As you kept planting blood-adorned anemones,
in the garden of my soul:
The poison of their thorns,
Fled through my bones;
Fell on my knees in the game of hunt,
You might have checkmated me,
But your knife was blunt.

You can never image the things
I write about you, in my book,
I thought that I would love your for decades,
But I was strong enough to blow away,
Every ash of yours from my brain on a fine Sunday.
Fell on my knees in the game of hunt,
You might have checkmated me,
But your knife was blunt.