Poem Book

A Story in Pieces

You assimilate my pain for weakness
Feeling your reign is ceaseless
You've never understood me
Hiding your face from blue teeth
I've realized that you don't see us
Leaving behind all the broken trust
Seeing through your selfish lust
Being consumed over a helpless thrust

I thrusted at you
My fist at a wall
My hand was construed
My head might bust
I saw right through you
Insanely compromised
Vainly sought your eyes
I never thought you died

I died for you
My unhealthy sacrifice
I lay before you
You kneel, come down to my size
I feel your presence
Ephemeral
You're a contraption
My thoughts, mechanical

I scream, maniacal laughter
Insanity, blood lust bastard
Description; Satanic pastor
My blood is dripping out faster
I haven't seen you lately
So I'll tell you blatantly
I love you, honestly
So, please promise me -

I can't feel anything anymore
I sat up and started weeping on the floor
What is life worth anymore?
Leaving behind myself, blood and gore

I have this feeling of impurity
It's relative to my repetition
Blurred to obscurity
I refute a man's petition
I feel a sense of recognition
It has never occurred to me
That my friend, in their condition
Has started to psychopathically foresee

Well, foresee what?
Their own future
When death comes to take
Their finite leisure -

Have you thought of me lately?
Have you dreamt of the lies you've said?
Have you said them blatantly?
Have you thought me dead?

I am here, half-sanely
Vindicated, don't blame me
I'm tired, blood-drained
I move my gaze to the carpet, blood stain

I am a devil amongst them
I am a shriveled up plant stem
I am not a happy life form
Poisoned by chloroform
I sift through the creases
Involuntary, pain eases
I paint an easel, for leases
This is just a story in pieces