spite

 
I want to flirt with cruelty
extend my hand then pull it away
as it has to me
inside my tears there is a promise of revenge

salting the painful parts of truth it is the spice of life
grief interrogates hurt and leaves only emptiness
with questions that don't have answers
the soul wanders down darkened corridors of the mind
full of ghosts who cast dispersions at their host

my voice echoes through the halls searching for the parts of me lost
trying to collect the pieces of me that ache has stolen or changed
I find myself forever altered
stained by madness

forever calling innocence back to me
jaded honesty is my reckoning

blessed mercy not remembering anything