I once thought I knew who I was
you showed me I was wrong
You forced upon me your own cause with
your sick yet sweet song
Your cold hand has split my soul
into pieces I can’t hold
All the rest of me was sold
but I have never once failed to survive.
What a splendid lineup of scars left unmended!
A history of my most one-sided foes
At least they will never let me forget them!
I’ll learn to cry after my lonely funeral.
I used to think that I was healing
then I just felt fine.
I suspect the numb sensation implies
that I may have died
I can’t recall the last time my
poor body let me cry.
Conditioned rules keep me alive;
to live you have to lie.
I know you relished every time
you left your mark on me
Give someone else your dirty work while
I pretend I’m free
Did you keep me years or days?
How long since I have left?
I may have escaped your maze
but the echoes grip my chest
won’t let me rest
like I’m possessed
Actual god tier poetry, this makes me want to write more.
thanks man. keep it up, it’s satisfying to create something yourself.