My gift to you

[Raev]

Disclaimer - this isn't a poem. This isn't song lyrics. It's the result of me venting once long ago. I never revisited it to clean it up, it remains in it's original stream of consciousness form. Took about 90 seconds to write.

--warning, I suck at writing--

Sickness is the gift that keeps on giving

the one gift that I hold dear

the gift you've given me, dear

given me so much, let me return the favor

~

That's my blood

staining the floor

That's my gray

on the walls

I never forgot what you gave me

Now you won't ever forget me

~

Pushed me until I broke, time and again and again and again

Shattered into pieces, a jagged soul

Time for this, a simple truth for your throat

cut it from the inside, like your lies did me

~

That's my hatred

running down the wall

That's my answer

to the questions you've left me

~

So many times you lied

Told me your heart and soul were mine

if they really are mine...

...then that's my blood staining the floor

My gray upon the wall.

[Brenda Starrr]

This is REALLY good...you can FEEL the angst.

[aequorea]

I like it.

I like the fact that you do not try to stick to a particular rhyme scheme or anything like that. It comes across as being very genuine and intense. I would be interested to hear what you have in mind for music, if you decide to go that route!

[Rev.Reverence]

Very...doom-ridden, Sir. I likes it!

[Raev]

Thanks

I rarely share any of the things I write. Everything is rooted in something very personal for me, so the whole rejection thing when someone thumbs their nose at it gets to me more than it should.

[Brenda Starrr]

Thanks

I rarely share any of the things I write. Everything is rooted in something very personal for me, so the whole rejection thing when someone thumbs their nose at it gets to me more than it should.

You're human, which makes it okay.