A second chance ...
to depend on life's broken record
repeating and repeating mistakes
Too many times to count
have I lost the battle
judging and tormenting myself
Awaken to your lies
beaten by your promises
I sip away at life's glass of pity
From the depth of tomorrow
and between the sorrows of today
I chew off the bitter ends of now
Your hands smell of gasoline
and your mouth of sweet venom
leaving a trace of musk upon my stomach
Glancing from far left
I see your face once more
my body left alone
To you I say thanks
For leaving me bound and broken
shackled to my own fathomed existence
shivering ...
and bloody ...
Adding your comment:
this really is it, the most imagery filled poem of the day, no lie, I can see a small frail being being dipped out of a silver cup and being poured out into a ribbon of blood that's floating in a dark exsistance and there inside that ribbon that frail being dances a dance of sorrow of lost and then I feel very hate filled at the end. Don't ask why but that could be because I'm listening to Angry Chair by Alice in Chains lol. Yes that might be it, mixed with this poem it's the perfect duo!!!
