Some things happened recently. Some rather shocking shit. I did something to someone. I got revenge. Something I never pursue. But since I was driven to darkness for the first time in my life, I think I can do it if I want to. So I did. I got revenge. Does it feel good? Not really. But it doesn't feel horrible. I feel satisfaction though. I wrote a poem. I think he might see it one day. Hehe.
I dislike my heart,
I dislike my mind,
My type, my kind.
I’m not free,
I’m not happy,
Nor mad or even melancholy.
Haven’t felt reason,
Haven’t felt completion,
Not even purpose,
And certainly not compassion.
I’m here, alive, and distraught,
Feeling indifferent and numb,
Roaming in a fog of nothingness,
While residing in my asylum.
Did you know, my dear,
That you were bringing me here?
Didn’t you know, my dear,
You brought out your worst fear?
I once knew the intensity of sunshine,
The type that made me glow,
The one that had me smile,
Even when there was snow.
I once knew the man who dreamed,
I lived in him, breathing sweet air,
The man who saw no flaws,
But only the light that God beamed.
But now, I feel the cold,
Which foreshadowed our loss,
A morbid departure I must say,
As I initiated this big toss.
Again…
Did you know, my dear,
That you were bringing me here?
Didn’t you know, my dear,
You brought out my worst fear?
I found the apple,
Deep, dark, seductive and red,
Gave it to you,
Knowing it was ample.
My dear, let that poison settle,
Let your skin go blue and bleak,
Let your throat lose airspace,
And let your stance break.
My dear, fall to the ground,
Feel the ice of the floor,
It won’t numb the pain,
But it is numbing mine.
My dear, do you see me now?
Do you know me now?
Do you feel me now?
My dear, you still not hear me.
But let me ask you again...
Did you know, my dear,
That you were bringing me here?
Didn’t you know, my dear,
You brought out our worst fear?
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