Tragic Game

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I strung myself back with pieces and cut outs of afterthoughts
I glued myself back -piece by piece - with every nerve distraught
Every sad melancholic song started to shadow this gloomy feeling
Every guitar strum, every piano key aided in this painful healing

My tears streamed no more as if my blurry eyes were broken
And my throat collapsed from crying, unable to be heard or spoken
I had to sew back my nerves just so I can keep up a smile
While my happiness and emotions took a flight to exile

I was devoid of any feelings and I couldn't seem to figure out why
I felt like my life was a roller coaster about to derail and fly
I felt like at any moment my body would glitch then waste away
Like I was surviving - not living - counting the hours day by day

I wanted to believe that tomorrow held a different type of feeling
But the darkness surrounding my heart made me believe that Limit was my ceiling
It was at that moment I realized that every single sad song made sense
That storms were named after people because they're destructive and intense

You were the one storm that destroyed me; stopped the blood from my heart
You were the one disaster that left my lungs breathless - you tore me apart
You were the only one I let in - and you proved why that was a mistake
You proved to me how even glowing angels can have halos so fake

I believed that your flowy wings would be my protection; would make me brave
But instead your other wing was busy digging my grave
One had was preventing me from slipping, holding me safe and steady
While the other was prepared to drown me, just waiting when you were ready

Your true colors didn't appear until I fell hard and felt deep
Your true intentions appeared when I thought you were mine to keep
By then my grave was already dug, and that tombstone had my name
Here lies the naive girl, another pawn, another tragedy in his game

I hope i never hear your name , or catch a single glimpse your face
Because the pain you put me through isn't something I'm willing to embrace
The tragedy I lived with you is something I'll remember you by
And for your sake I pray that this is our final goodbye

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