They meddle and they mix, to make your life better, but little do they know, that with each and every letter; they tear down this castle made of cards so no longer can the bards, boldly sing their song, and write of heroes, long since gone.
I can tell you the exact location, date and time, in which these bastards committed their crime; Every the little detail of how they savagely beat my mind, and left me for dead in this room for you to find.
It’s a day of mourning, a day to remember, such a cold lonely day in late September. Missed chances from the past come back to haunt me, gentle whispers return to taunt me. Today’s the day I run away, with Ethyl and her injections. Today’s the day I run away, to save you from infections.
So let me hide my desires in the woods for you to find, I'll leave clues scattered within your heart and mind. Before the day is done, before the setting sun; you'll come to understand this was just for fun. You'll come to understand why there are no names. You'll come to understand my reason for these games.
And it surprises me that for now you don't have a clue, when I longingly stare back at you, talk to me about what you want, it doesn't matter at all; it's more than enough to hear the notes of your pretty voice fall. Oh you, you're everything I need, oh you, you’re enough to make me bleed; and bleed I will into your heart, though it had better been soon or I'll fall apart.
Author notes
I've posted poetry various places on the Internet, and though generally people tell me straight out what they're thinking, some people tend to beat around the bush. Please, tell it as it is. There's nothing better than good old fashioned honesty.
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- A Forest of words by this is a war.
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