You said you loved me.
You said you'd at least try.
If it meant I were to live, your life you'd give, if you could just see me go on.
I ask you again, was it true?
The love I supposedly had for you?
Or that betrayal you made, destroyed my faith, and now I feel like I'm gone.
You messed with my head.
And switched my thinking.
Just to see me go crazy.
A ring you gave instead of your life so that you could stand tall.
Now I sit high above on throne of skulls -- not what you wanted at all.
Don't worry, I remember all the comments you made.
About how beautiful I was, and that you were amazed.
I am smiling now because justice is to be had.
No matter the loveliness, I too remember the bad.
So here I come with my ring as well.
Much like the one that made my face swell.
But this one is to be worn on your finger, not the place you put yours on.
It's made of thorns because pressure is painful.
I will never forget the time you came home sinful.
When you put your ring of rope around my neck.
The fight I put up to grasp on to life, or the stab in my back.
It's time for vengeance, it's time for screams.
I want your blood to be splattered in my sweetest dreams.
Ever since I died, you too, have been dead.
Maybe not to others but you yourself know.
That you can't ever trust your secrets or your ghosts.
I am here to comfort you with my icy touch.
I am here to wipe the tears you cried.
I will be here until the day others said you died.
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Poetry Of A Broken Heart And A Poisoned Mind
PoesieThe title might seem a bit morbid but the poetry here is simply made. These are in the form of SPOKEN WORD (and some other things) and might have many different meanings for many different people. In this book, there are both light and dark verses...
