Love me
Hate me
See if I care
There is no burden
That can’t be shared
I’ll carry you
If you fall
But I won’t let you fall
Be just
Hold trust
And play fair
There is nothing in life
Too hard to bare
I’ll pick you up
When you are down
But I won’t let you fall
I am the wolf
Elusive and wild
Watching you
Watch me
As I approach
From the cold
Fire on my breath
Hell in my heart
Pumping blood
Like a raging river
I know no forgiveness
Nature made me
What I am
Now I return
The favour
With sharpened wits
Tempered thoughts
I devour
The forgiver
Nothing happened
Nothing will
This balance
Must be struck
A status quo
This I know
Is not a game
Of luck
A mind full
Of fantasies
If only
They were true
I’d build a world
Where I could feel
Then let that light
Shine through
Certain acts make redemption impossible and I have experienced many of those acts. The guilty walk away unpunished, the victims are labelled suspect and life continues with a bag of delusions in order to not have to face reality.
As a child I was introduced to the mysteries of the world and the great unspoken truths. I saw the world of Man in all of its ugliness and impurity. I witnessed the great divide between justice and law. Between action and word. The lies of so called Godly people who continuously deceive, steal, torture, rape and murder. For you see: The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled off was making you believe that there is a God.
The edge dulled
Too many battles
That last conversation
Proved fatal
The end bypassed
By some strange
Twist of fate
We had a moment
That no longer relates
And I dive
In to this hopelessness
Hoping it concludes
Never mind
It doesn’t matter
It’s past
It’s gone
But not as gone
As I am
He’s dangerous
So they say
He’s going to get you
Thinking
When you should really pray
For reality
Is not what it seems
The truth hurts
More
Than floating in a dream
His touch
Will taint
The tips of his fingers
Will paint
An image of your desires
And the fire
Lit
Will consume your nights
Your daze
Will graze
In the pastures
Of who you really are
Little Miss
Takes
A gain for again
Sometimes for fun
Sometimes for friends
This luxury needs
A counting
Of woes
Defining acts
Like murderous blows
The victims
Silenced
By forces unseen
Their glorious gore
A feast for a queen
Who bathes in the blood
And the sweat
And the tears
Of those who gave all
In their most tender years
And they lay
In the dark
In the cold
Out of sight
As little Miss takes
A bow for the lights
