I sit within your grasp, cant let go, cant be free to be me.
To say it's love just to suffocate....better or much, much worse
'tis your reason to smack me round and down.
Take my life, pump you up cause I lie within your hand's!
Ashpxia..
choke me inside, heart cant pump the other way. Like
tainted misery i can only breathe your 'love' in your presence.
Cant hold within your hand's...but to put that blade in again..
Im your bloody darling valentine. To see blood gush down
from broken nose. To rake your pretty nail's across my
back 'til that snap's i suspose.
Your fist in my back that's been bruised, my love is your cheap
trinket.
Claustraphobic..
My gentle heart your cheap toy. Death warmed is your touch,
kiss of lies to hold this chain., I try to run but you pull my leash
like a cheap bitch. Rape of all I hold pure within.
Crushing...
within your hand's you'll die if you let go? Embrace like thorn's of
contempt, if I give you my body and soul will you love me? So build
me up, with tongue of venom whip me down. I crawl...dig that heel into
my back..crush my passion, broke my crown.
Do you expect me to eat your shit?..Hypnotize, blind my eyes.
This hurt is not my wretched infection, I'll die for good before I live
your condemnation. So I bring your insanity to a final solution .
Pull me in again? Just to tear and disfigure me down?
Im walkin away from your sick delusion...burn it down as
ashes of parody..
2 comments:
That's a rather disturbing poem.
We can and do feel your pain and could we, we would gladly take it upon ourselves. But alas, we can't! We can only support you and try to help you move on to happier day's. For there are others whom you will meet who will restore your faith in friendship and love. We love you and pray for you.
Dad and Mom
Wow!! Your parents are awesome. Oh, yea.. your poem.. Ummm, it's very deep and I can relate.. from a life long ago....
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