This bliss that you have embroiled me with,
Such raw passion; equity.
How you molded me,
Something that I could not grasp.
I started to fall,
Fall into your sweet sinful arms; embezzlement.
I was lost into a new beauty,
Where once completed would be no return.
But then,
Then,
I bore shameful taste.
You warned me to never open my eyes,
But I did,
And immediately my stairway to heaven,
Disintegrated.
I had no longer became fallen,
But now I was falling.
Sucked into the reality of this curse I live in.
The pressure of gravity conquered my soul,
And you couldn't revive me.
If only I had kept my eyes closed from the truth,
And continue to feed off of your lies.
Now it's back again,
The mark I am forced to embrace; surrender.
For I am far from broken.
Frozen from the coldness of my own heart.
I bleed,
Stop breathing,
I cry,
Stop believing.
I am dead inside.
And not an ounce of hope,
Flows through me.
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