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A Bag Full Of Nails
The nail in my coffin
The steak in my heart
Was sold a bill of goods
Receipts, tearing me apart
Self loathing and sadness
Crucified upon a cross
Finer feelings all ignored
Such hatred comes across
Was it deliberate cruelty
As they had me on a string
Would it have been the end of then
Destroying my everything
Was it all about the rescue
Was it all about the cash
I guess that I will ever know
As all my dreams turn to ash
The reason you feel guilt now
For all the things said and did
Your hate filled execution
Was you just getting rid
A shame that I was just erased
Rubbed out like the dregs
Your skeleton in the closet
An old man with no legs
It's not so much I hate you
Though it's what you would deserve
I'll love you now forever more
I'll practice my reserve
I wish you every happiness
In the choices you have made
My memories help to warm me
As to death I must now fade
This path that you have put me on
Without you by my side
I shuffle like a zombie
As I am sadly dead inside
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