draw the arrows out of my punctured lungs
climb the ladder filled with the broken rungs
reach the top, look around, heave a sigh
do you know what's coming? my, oh, my...

dip the tip of my sword in bloodredness
lace my boots and don the warrior's headdress
fill my lungs with toxic air of hate
march across to kill you before it's too late

i see a vulture - oh, how perfectly fitting
the pain of this place is so vile, so gritty
let the angry angst overtake my very soul
turn into ashes what once had been gold

written on a letter, your volatile words
you once told me that my hurt was absurd
but let this "absurd" hurt be your last sight
before my deathcold fingers close your eyes... 

The End

34 comments about this poem Feed