Poison of Your Words
You stab me
You burn me
A torture so great
I cant help but ask God
Oh why does he hurt?
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His tongue is his weapon
These tears are the blood
My heart endlessly aching
From the pain that you cause
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I once was yours
Afraid to let go
Afraid of the the world
And all that it holds
But now you’ve killed the very last part
Does this make you happy?
This sick twisted art?
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I sit here thinking
Of how you could be
So tenderly caring and the next without mercy
You’ve broken the last string
Now falling am I
All hope lost in mankind
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I just wanted you happy
Though maybe this has
Slicing away at the last of my being
Slashing it to bits
Cutting through
Deep to my heart’s core
That core that I hide in from the world’s harmful claws
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Are you glad now that you’ve found me, waiting to die?
At the hands of your words?
At the poison of your tongue?
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Now as I die, remember these words
Don’t ever give into
Being assured
Numbing
My days are filled with suffering aches
Of pain, of love, of all my mistakes
Eyes are dull and wounds left to bleed
The scars on my arm are all you can see
I lay here beside an empty void
Till tears run down
And silent sobs quake
Just a warning sound of the coming break
My heart— it beats
But to what avail?
To keep me alive? My heart to impale?
I am numbing inside— numbing the thoughts that run through my brain
Why can’t the world be more than it is
More than the breathing that rattles my chest
Ripping apart this heart does harm no more
These bruises and burns are too common a form
So learn how to fight
And learn how to run
From the darkness that always flows through their blood
So now to see the world in the way I had before
Is something I can do no longer, no more
You don’t understand the hurt I have inside
Of these tears that I cry
All of this pain that keeps repeating in my mind
Because I don’t know of another caring soul that I could ever find
The thought of your words not reaching me day after day
Of all the things we can’t say
All the adventures we’ll have
All the memories we’ll build
All the events that will pass
Will go on by, like the wind under the wings of a bird that flies far away
That bird once so free
Now shot down to the ground
No hope to be found
I don’t know what to do
Or how to proceed
But I hope that we’ll both be happy as can be
For the future we cannot see
Or the future that we will know
That great shroud of experiences that shall be sewn
In the end I know we will find
The future we hope will be brought to mankind
