Set My World To Fire
Awaken constantly with reoccurring dreams,
a cold sweat and bitter tears,
over and over.
It baffles me, your lasting torment between our distance.
Like an epileptic bird I’ve caged in my skull
and misplaced the key to freedom.
A demon in my soul,
I would rip myself apart to rid the agony.
Convulsing with every vivid memory,
how could one supress the pain?
The future would look brighter
had you not clouded my faith in the world,
injecting me to my fill of self-loathing and doubt.
You couldn’t force me to leave
so you set my world to fire,
making the choice mine.
No longer able to choke back the smoke
that eats away my resiliency,
and killing me slowly.
I had to run away from it all.
With insults and attacks
you narrate my story through each day.
Two hands pulling the corners of my smile
and twisting it into the sorriest frown.
My stomach burns to churn its acid,
I fear to go to sleep and hear your voice.
Verbally strangling my helpless mother,
she has turned to putty in your fingers.
Dark memories plague my mind
and turn it to black.
It was me
who was the villain,
because I couldn’t save her.
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The Ways in Which We Walk the Earth
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