You took from me that to which is unseen,
With your wicked touch, you've killed my dream,
Of ever having a sense of what it feels to be
A normal human being.
There's no rest for me, no Love to see,
Just a hollowness where my happiness
Should be;
I'm a bitter being, what have you done to me?
When I look into these mirrors
Loneliness is all I see.
Your selfishness has left my confidence,
Broken and shaken, I'm paranoid and anxious,
I see what I've become, oh, how I hate it.
This lack of confidence starts to condense
And manifest itself into a lack of words,
That I could use to point out my hurt,
Or to you, who spreads this wicked curse.
And for you there's truly no name,
Just a pale face and a lengthy frame;
No choice of words, it's actions that maim;
Leave the world weak, and your victims
Forever the same.
You leave it all in a stage of fright,
For you I have no name; incognitus you remain,
So I'll call you what you've always been,
My Thief In The Night!
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
Ivy Road Blues
Poesía"But I've a rendezvous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, When Spring trips north again this year, And I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous." - Alan Seeger This book of Poetry is a work in prog...