Two Simple words
By
The Pandering Fool
A promise broken, a scarred heart bleeding once more.
Said you'd stay now you've only gone away, another stitch torn open.
Lifeless eyes and a somber chord sounding in my voice, you left me but one choice.
Knife gliding across pale skin, once again falling from heights unknown.
Old scars opening and letting my thoughts flow unburdened from the facade I used once again.
Secrets pouring forth from a broken mind, no filter and no regret, my voice remains steady.
The pedestal you built crumbles before your very eyes, the man you knew but a husk.
Bleeding from old wounds that hurt no longer, It's the ones hidden that tear into my very soul.
Looking back it was a clear cry for help you ignored letting my mind take over.
Those simple words flowing out and piercing your barrier.
"I'm sorry."
Two simple words their meaning clear to some but not those who pretended to care.
I can see know I was simply a trophy, a token player in this game called life.
Collecting those broken souls is but a mere hobby, we however couldn't let go.
As said many times in this cruel world "There are but two types of people in the world."
Theses words ring falsely upon my ears, I am the third of theses choices.
A broken mind with rusted gears that squeal a chorus of hidden messages.
In these two simple words I give away all that I am and all I will ever be.
"I'm sorry."
You simply watch as the angel you made of me falls from grace.
Unmoving, Undaunted; awestruck at my visage as I change into the demon trapped within my mind.
The horns grow at every lie I told myself, curling into a spiral of doubt and false security.
A fissure opens with a thunderous roar, you stay safe as the floor around you rises.
The pedestal I hold you on saving you from the fall as I plunge deeper into the maze of my thoughts.
My demon wrapping its tail around my neck, tighter, tighter it squeezes, these two simple words choked out as the air escapes my lungs.
"I'm sorry."
Two simple words that weigh more everyday.
