[You don't need to bother...]
Self-afflicted pain - an endless lullaby of your candy coated lies;
your voice is the phantom of my nightmares.
A heart mutilated and carved from rotting pieces of what used to be,
leaving a soul demolished and forsaken for eternity.
Dance for me, my morbid Goddess - waltz over my essence -
erase my being from every memory that we ever had.
Forget me, darling and every epic battle raged within these bonds.
Stitch me up into your perfectly imperfect doll, baby.
[I don't need to be]
Strike me down like every ill forsaken pest that lingers on your soul -
smite me into the nothingness that fills the void of my spirit.
Go ahead, love, make my wildest dreams come true.
You wanted the spot light - now it's yours. Game on.
Persuade me, princess - make me believe every one of your lies.
Write a book of all the times you broke my heart, honey
and read it to me like the morbid fairy tale that haunts the ghost of my past;
then remember that I was not the only one who got hurt.
[I'll keep slipping farther]
Rescue me, sweetheart, from this forlorn purgatory -
watch as these napalm dreams flood over this mannequin corpse.
Listen to the lithium cries of fallen angels -
an apparation devoured by cyanide kisses of Gorgon's.
Incubus' and Succubus' tango to the symphony blared from the undead orchestra -
conducted by Beelzebub and the doppelgangers of sorrow.
Arsenic tears flow from drained eyes that now shed crimson -
Damned paintings illustrate the destruction that lingers over my verve.
[But once I hold on]
Take the double edge razor of your dagger and run it through my icicle veins -
slash your name into the parchment of my skin and watch me bleed your lies.
Enough of your endless serenades into the stillness of the night -
Go ahead princess, demolish every wall ever built up as you break my barracades.
Let's dance to the tale told from sisters Fate and Oracles of Time -
watch as the thread of my lifeline is cut and shrivels into the abyss that has become me -
null and void in every aspect of injustice - is that what you like baby?
Forget redemption - this life is yours to miss.
[I won't let go 'til it bleeds]
Author notes
Option 4. Numb
Every bracket writing is a line from the chorus of Bother by Stone Sour
A contest entry
- I want Sad Poems!! by ClassicallyBroken.
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aww this is so good, you can really feel it. The emotions are raw. Wow you are an amazing writer. It's beautiful. You can feel the pain as if someone was walking next to you feeling the same thing that you are feeling it, going through the same thing as you. This is really good



