The ache
I write this letter from the depths of nothingness, if you can make meaning to it then we bless the blesser.
Sigh! Dear, it is a cold night and what can I feel?
Enough pain seeping through me and no meaning to it,
Endless pain,
I murdered my heart,
I took a knife, stabbed my chest and without a doctor in sight I took that bloody beast out!
This life is twisted; one minute they want you the next minute even a piece of rag has worth!
I do not know what we want, neither this heart,
But these cards aren’t right.
I gave my heart out at half the price,
Came down too low for their happiness, smiling with no stress.
My mistake was no one appreciates a heart bargained for,
A higher price and nothing less.
Now let me finish with my mascara running down my face.
I don’t let hate consume me, nor do I have control over it.
I move wherever the tide sees fit.
As I drown in this barrel of rum, hoping to make meaning to insanity,
It invited me into its lair.
All whites, arms tied.
“did you hear me?” that voice again,
Was I really alive for all of this?
A few taps, my body moved.
That moron just took my roll!
Thick-headed fucker I am, a sinister smile,
A knowing look,
The devil is out to get you.
Let me end here, life got shorter, my blood keeps dripping neither do I want it to stop, if the darkness gets me now just know I am happy wherever I am
