Ending sorrows, start building shadows
The darkness of the past, the burden of sorrow
The unrelenting blows of the wind in the night
Shall be my nightmare until morning is light
What then should my hollowed heart be
What will become of us no that absence is reality?
I am here—listening, staring, writing
Waiting for something to happen, dropping everything
The blunder of loss, pain, and happiness sealing
Our fate, as if all is slightly dimming
Even though I face the indisputable prophecy
The day I find happiness is highly unlikely
Freedom lost, gentleness stopped
Long forgotten past in the endless days dropped
Over the meadows of fine lies stilled
I looked ahead but I find no treasures revealed
Hoping to find satisfaction in the sea of misery
But it is all trifles, am I right that you're sorry?
Converting the greatness of the strife I'm feeling
I'm still trying to find where love is always going
Inside the eternity of fate and worth, I believe
That staying in love is all that I have to relive
But even if all is lost and I find infinity
The day I'll find love is highly unlikely
Breaking half of hearts of people I meet
The absence of life, the meaninglessness of it all, isn't it sweet?
I live, I breathe, I play, I end up hurt
But isn't it fun when you throw love on the dirt?
All around me, I see blood lost and happiness destroyed
You were staring at me, sadness in your eyes deployed
Beyond my radius, I gaze at you, betrayed
But I harden my heart until your will swayed
Call me evil, call me anything you want
I'll live by all of it so come and let's see your stunt
What now? I guess all you could do is play along nicely
Because the day I stop all of this is highly unlikely
As all deception and illusions go
Everything stops as truth claws its way to woe
I can see the truth, I can see it very well
But I refuse to follow, I refuse to dwell
Inside these petty caves called home, I curse
I don't know why I'm running away but I set my course
Though the path is lined with sorrows, I'll run
I will tread through shadows long and toil under the sun
So that I could hide the pain of my guilt
It's all so that I could bury that song on silt
So go—run, scream my name as you look for me
Because the day you'll find me is highly unlikely
This is the first time I saw myself writing about a manipulative character in a poem. It gives us a view in their head, how they think that playing victim will solve everything. Somehow, even through it all, we can see that they are, at their very core, still human.
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