If the world were kind,
I can't help but question,
where would you would be?
If the cold hand of fate hadn't
pushed you towards the realm of deception,
and the lair of betrayal.
Is it fair to assume that this
world of ceaseless conformity
stole the essence of your being?
It ripped you of your compassion,
and you took mine with you.
The world is a hard place.
Each corner you turn, a cruel face
is waiting to gawk at your misery
and despair. The faces that haunt
your dreams and steal your sanity.
The faces that drove you away.
If the world were kind,
I can't help but question,
who would you be?
Another vapid waste of skin,
or the same one that stole my heart,
and never gave it back.
The fading picture in my memory
is all i have left now. No warm
embrace to chase the demons from my mind.
No tantalizing kiss to charm the beasts
that claw at my soul. No friendly tear
to wash my blood-stained hands.
If the world were kind
I can't help but question
if it would pardon my ineffable sin.
I stole something you can never get back.
But the irrevocable fact of the matter is
The world isn't kind, and either am I.
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please comment this and tell me what you interpret it is. id be delighted to know.
Written November 14th, 2006
A contest entry
- Vengeance by stormyserenity13.
300 points, ended November 15, 2006, 17 entries
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its about zach.
its written really fuckin well. i like your big words hehe.
but seriously i thought it was really good and something ive asked b4 in pure respect of fucking just wondering you know? just sitting there and asking yourself what if...what if it didnt turn out how it was? where would i be now? where would he be now?...and the fact of the matter is hes fucked up and i think some part of that is due to the image he trys to potray as in the fuckin drugs and drinking and thinking hes such a bad ass when really youre the only person who knows him for who he really is, that arent lies just covered up but u know beneath the surface of that but he blocks it out and you wish you could have whats underneath...you know? am i even close to what youre getting at?
and another thing being he didnt leave you...but in a way he did you know? like he stole your fucking heart from you and abused it and left you to fend for yourself and he wasnt willing to catch you when u fell. so you had to get up on your own (and i say on ur own because no matter whos there to help you can only do it by yourself and i think we both know this) and when you did finally get up he was willing to come back and try again but its too late. how can you say you love someone when all you do is hurt them? how can you care about them when you make them hurt themselves? you know..well anyways this kinda made me think...a lot lol but uh yea.. good poem! i love you sweetie pie sugar lips luciously waiting to be kissed! haha jk lol *muahs*
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k so you know at the end of some movies how the main character talks...this totally sounds like it could be that part. your writting makes you sound WAY older then you really are.
its so good i love it
it reminds me of purgatory in a way like your being judged, and questioning yourself. does that make sense?
anyhow i REALLY like it. your an amazing writer no matter what you say I LOVE YOU!!!
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