By The Ace of Spades

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Remember it was you who walked out the door.

Cyanide and razor blades,

Winning and losing by the ace of spades.

Pools of crimson blood shower the cold floor.

Remember it was you who walked out the door.

Acid filled tears drain down my scarred face.

It was your cruelty that nailed me into place.

While my life you happily demolished,

It was yours that was kept brightly polished.

When I was suffering, it was the pain you loved.

You ripped my heart out and into toxin it was shoved.

Your eyes were no more than dark chasms of malice.

My shredded world and dreams you savored from a chalice.

All the nights I lay scared and awake,

Every drop of my sanity began to quake.

Within my nightmares, I would plan my attack.

Each time you hurt me, a new card I would stack.

When only one remained on the shelf,

Not one miserable year of our lives would be left.

Tearing me down sealed mine and your death,

All the way down to the very last breath.

Never again will you betray

The one who locked you in the grave where you now lay.

The fear and pain will no longer last,

For dead is the love now left in the past.

With cyanide and razor blades,

I won and lost by the ace of spades.

Submitted: August 24, 2014

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Lisa Ayers

Wow, this is so intensely sad. You did a great job writing the emotions.

Tue, August 26th, 2014 8:08am


Thank you!! And your poem Voices That Shine is amazing. Really, amazing cant fully describe the truthful meaning behind it. I absolutely loved reading it.

Tue, August 26th, 2014 2:30pm


Wowza :D Loved every word! Defo a 'like' fro me! Keep it up :)

Tue, October 21st, 2014 8:52pm


I glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading.

Sat, October 25th, 2014 11:48am

Syd Steele

Your writing skills are very impressive. The attention to detail and the metaphors used are brilliant!
"Within my nightmares, I would plan my attack. For each time you hurt me, a new card I would stack."
So intense!
Great job!

Wed, October 22nd, 2014 2:40am


Thank you!! I try my best! The idea for this poem was actually from the movie, 'The Rocker'. Its a comedy movie but there was a part in the movie where cyanide and razor blades were mentioned and it just struck a key in my mind. So I wrote this.

Sat, October 25th, 2014 11:45am


Wow! I love it!!!!

Wed, October 29th, 2014 4:17am


Thank you!!

Wed, October 29th, 2014 8:59am

Charlie Montgomery

I honestly hate poetry, Even though I sometimes will write it myself, but whatever. I liked this one anyway, I think my favorite part of when someone writes poetry and the story really of it folds in on it's self I guess. Idk. Like how you keep the idea of cards. I feel it would be Cool if because a spade is a shovel if it included reference to like digging your own grave or something similar. I see you mentioned grave so that's cool. Idk. Gah. Don't change it though honestly it would probably ruin it if you edited it, and it's not a piece to be edited so unless it's your own feelings like digging a grave then it shouldn't be in there. ;-; well I'm just going to decide to stop talking now I always make these things way too long and probably unessesary.

Tue, November 11th, 2014 5:34pm


Lol. Thank you for taking the time to read!! I appreciate that you commented as well. Hope you have a wonderful day!

Tue, November 11th, 2014 9:36am


This is a great read.

I like the line, "My shredded world and dreams you savored from a chalice." It hinted of someone who took for granted the fruit of someone's vine, like a barbaric king gulping down fine wine.

Tue, November 11th, 2014 5:43pm


Lol thank you!!

Tue, November 11th, 2014 1:19pm


I'm am totally in awe of your writing skills hun . Love you .

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