Proof of life engraved on arm
and sin of living scarred into flesh.
Charm long cast aside;
yin long embraced!
Memories of you become nightmares
as the past becomes my drug.
The time for repairs has long past;
can’t be debugged!
The future I wanted
ended long before I met you.
Trickster with sins of life and virtues of despair;
can’t take back!
“One by one, the sins have become a validation of existence, a sign that I’m human! I’m not human, though… The glorified virtues have become my curse. My last remaining sin, the proof I’m still breathing even though it’s nothing more than a sigh…”
I’m wishing for the sun to burn it away,
to rise like a phoenix.
Running in reverse to regain the future
before my falsified guise is stripped away!
Desire or freedom,
I don’t care which.
I want this fire to consume everything
my self or even my life in its snare!
Past the point of no return,
the knife glimmers in my hand.
Don’t concern yourself with petty if’s
as the reason is the same as the truth of my life!
“It’s the same mistake over and over with no end in sight. Even when there is a slim chance of salvation, I cut the rope without seconding guessing for even one second. Opening the box called my desire, what lies within? I don’t even know the answer and that’s what I fear. I’m afraid if good and evil can exist in the same breath. The “”say “I love you” with a knife hidden in my hand”” sort of thing.”
I was bored and thought of writing a poem. I hope all of you like it. If you do, I’ll write a theme song for SP. No, I’m not joking… I will actually write SP its own theme song.
1 comment
I like your wording about opening the box of desire. Thank you for sharing this, it is very heart felt. And this coming from a gal who is truly in a shitty mood. You removed a little of the shit thank you.