You coaxed me into your warmth,
Using your charms,
To guilt me into following you.
You pulled me away from home,
With soft words,
And a calming voice.
You've walked unaffected,
Playing your happy little flute,
Knowing exactly what you're doing to me.
I did trust you once,
Before I saw your true colours.
I saw it all.
I watched as you ripped,
That person's emotions from their body,
Took a knife to their skin,
And made their heart,
Truly belong to you,
Though it was now still,
In the palm of your hand.
You threw the last of them to the floor,
You don't want a cold, lifeless,
Decaying pile of cells,
They're no fun to mess with,
For they are already long gone.
I knew I was next,
And, yet, I let you rip me apart,
Just like you did to them.
I had missed my chance to run,
And, still, no one knows your secret.
All of your sugar-coated lies,
Of comfort and love,
Are hidden by your flute,
Within that pretty song,
That is lethal to how a person feels,
And the body in which they lived.
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
