Once There Was A Bitch Named Poetry

La Douleur Ultime - Canto II

Names? They call me with those painful names!

As if my whole identity is lost.

Tried to catch me on their games

I scorned ever not to host.

But as leechers hungry to consume

They ate my mind, body and soul

And left nothing unto me, however,

One speck of my life's whole.

Back off, I say! Vanish and never come again.

Back off, I plea! Don't put my life in disdain.

Back off, I pray! Never give me early demise.

Back off, you see? I never wanted lies.

I never wanted any confusions

nor any shame and disgrace

I never needed illusions

nor fancy and silly fakes.

I never wanted weary smiles

nor sadness and doom

I never needed sympathy

nor happiness when flowers bloom.

But as the sun sets and a moon vengeful uprises

The fallen shall stand proud, remorseless

Emotionless, painless, reserved and numb,

Leaves reality unknown of what's to come.

Feels nothing, not even the tiniest push of calm air,

Hears nothing, not even the drops of broken silence.

Sees nothing, not even mere darkness in despair

Cares nothing, whatever it may go against.