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Perfect Stranger

Shattered windows and broken glass
Blood and belts lace my past
Booze and pills spread out on the floor
And you can't seem to remember anymore

Blood worn scores and sonnets full of pain
No soul to be savored
No more to be mourned
Just a hangover & headache to taste from yesterday

Broken & beaten
Like a pack mule
Destined to live in servitude
Life & limb, mangled from falling from the cliff.

Pushed over bottles spill carelessly to the floor
Shattering to pieces with much ease
Bone quiet & gravely dangerous
Broken faces like the pieces of the bottle

Alcohol laden breath
Fighting back the need for more
Slicing the silence with earth shattering screams
I hit the floor & cower once more.

Facing things like never before
Sweeping up & hiding my past once more
Forlorn & disgusted
I need to be unscarred

Hide me from this broken place
And let me run away
Give me a shield to hide behind
I don't know that face

Terror & anger & all fragile things
You lying eyes hunting for me
To make the kill, to push in the dagger
And never flinch while you do

In your eyes I am but a waste
A time to hurt all others
Stabbing me one more time
I think I need one more lullaby

A smooth gesture
A saving grace
A happily ever after
Those are only storybook lies in my eyes

Shallow times & emptiness rise
Surrounding me in fear
A feeling washing over my face
Screaming but no one hears

My eyes twitch & force me to see
The bitter truth ahead of me
I am all alone in this world
No one will be there to break my falls

Damsel in distress no more
No hero to save me either
No Romeo, No Heathcliff
No one can save me now

In my heart, word are etched
Deep & thick & impossible to hide
Like someone want me never to forget
The crack of that man's whip

I never want to remember
But I cannot be forced to forget
In his eyes, the eyes I don't know
There is a fear, the scream & cries

A perfect stranger
Now as I think
Of all the blood laden nights
A single cigarette, your guiding light

As I sit and stare
Waiting for some saving grace
I can't help but notice
No one is there

In his eyes I see the truth
So bitter & cruel
No matter how hard I try
I'll never escape his rule

Author notes

Began: May 27, 2006
Finally Complete: August 22, 2007
I finally was able to get it all.
I was finally able to tell the truth.

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  • Zarokk666
    September 6, 2007

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    Sad, really a true image of misery
    Very dark - and based on experience it would seem
    I am very, very impressed, and something tells me that this poem could not have been easy to write.
    Well what can I say - this is one frightening pierce of work you've penned here. And damn, how I like it.
    keep up the "good" work and good luck...