You came towords me with a smile,
one for breaking walls.
How hard you tried,
I don't want to know,
but you gave up,
you went away.
Never uttered,
Words of endearment.
gladly now,
Vow's strength prevail.
~
Breaking The Addict
we'll bury her tonight
in a grave she embraced,
so long ago,
Reluctance.
Breaking The Fall
with a bed of black roses
to comfort her shell.
and the smiles she gave
had been nothing but fake
she didn't cry,
as we let her fall.
But tonight we'll find out,
just how easy it is,
Breaking The Addict.
~
Then crashing to the ground
collapsing on the floor
she writhes
the silence seeping from her mouth
portrays her agony
Throught all the screaming,
all the bleeding.
Through everything we've seen
She's walking upright,
a smile through the night
her shell filled with a light bulb bright.
She's fake, but she can't help it.
When their nothing left of her mind.
~
Breaking The Addict
We’ll bury her tonight
In a shallow grave
One she embraced,
So long ago
Reluctance.
Breaking The Fall
With a bed of black roses
To comfort her shell.
And the smiles she gave
had been nothing but fake
She didn’t cry,
As we let her fall
But tonight we’ll find out
just how easy it is
Breaking The Addict.
~
How i broke free
of the light that emptied her soul,
I'll never know,
And sometimes she believes
that she's real
she says that it's emotions
this thing that she can feel.
And sometimes late at night
when she can brush so close,
to her soul so long detatched,
she writes Poetry.
In a dim light
she hid in her room.
And when she's close,
so close, she crys.
And it never lasts long,
but her lust for it keeps on
'cause right now we're
~
Breaking The Addict
We’ll bury her tonight
In a shallow grave
One she embraced,
So long ago
Reluctance.
Breaking The Fall
With a bed of black roses
To comfort her shell.
And the smiles she gave
had been nothing but fake
She didn’t cry,
As we let her fall
But tonight we’ll find out
just how easy it is
Breaking The Addict.
~
next time you see her,
don't say a thing,
'cause her only friends' a razor
and she's always home alone.
Next time you greet her,
don't let on you know,
'cause she can't feel the bite,
and she won't stop when she sees in red.
Sometimes she dosen't feel so bad for smiling,
Sometimes she feels more than self hate,
but she'll never let you see that side,
because that'd be so weak.
And when we're
Breaking The Addict
Burying her in roses of her favorite colors,
in a grave she dug with her blades.
because dead girls don't cry,
at a funeral they call their own.
Breaking Her Additction To A Life Full Of Pain.
Sometimes she crys in her box,
and sometimes she puts away her blades.
And sometimes,
She's me.
Adding your comment:
Hmm, well what is there to say about this poem. First of all, your shift to rhyme in the fourth stanza of the poem is unsettling and is not repeated, the poem is written in a lyrical format fit for a song with a chorus, however you accomplish nothing with its presence (the rhyme that is). Im pretty sure the effect of the poem would be much greater if i could hear it being spoken, however your message is strong and your emotions raw...beautiful
