Fake flowers, made of paper and plastic
Fake water, made of wax
Made me think, that evertything was fantastic
You brought me, to reject me
You gave a gate to me, just to insult me
You were a failure, a pathetic tragedy
You poisoned me, but now i’m clean
You dragged me, with fake honesty
A fake god, and a Idea of mercy
You dragged me, to fake wars
In the name of fake causes
I retrieved my sanity somehow
You made me feel guilty, but tell me, from your grave
Who’s guilty now?
I did my time, and I did my part
All the positive and negative things
But I’m just happy that you died
And sober I could see, that you lied
Fake loyalty, fake Love
Fake crimes and fake blessings
Made me think, that I should not be so drastic
When you abandoned me, when you betrayed me
I thought it was the worse that could happen
Sober, I could see, how lame you was, and that was the best
That could happen to me
I no longer bleed
Now you are forgotten, like you wanted to
Now you are nothing, like you wanted to
Now I despite you, like you wanted to
Now you are abandoned, like you wanted to
Now you are dead, like you wanted to
Now I hope you suffer, suffocated by your lies
Now I hope when you wake up, the rest of you also dies
Now that you got what you wanted, don’t ever try to reach me again
Now I have no sympathy, just despite, for your bones, for your grave
For your weakness, for your filth, for your lies, for your suicide
For your tears, for your plague, for your injustices, for your sickness, for your spirit, for all your mistakes, burn in your heaven, away from me, I’m finally free
Submitted: January 09, 2012
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Richmaggs
Wow - quite agressive and very dramatic - some serious venting of spleen happening here, love it though - great feeling.
Mon, January 9th, 2012 1:38pmHave a look at my latest, Ctrl-Alt-Delete, if u have time. Would love any feedback, cheers.
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I see you captured exactly the meaning of it, cool. Alright, will read your poem now.
Mon, January 9th, 2012 9:33am