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Carry On
Carry On
I close my eyes
and wait for the next exhale
the more you huff off love ,
the more you suffer
every whiff of pain makes it more than difficult to breathe
I feel a justifiable need for revenge
I couldnt help but pretend
But this couldn't cure my gutless appetite
You've danced in a grave inside my head
cursed me in all unrighteousness
and in every manner of hate ,
I love you still
I'm often ruined by the spoils of fantasies
Maybe I'm crazy , maybe I'm ambitious
perhaps I scower for loopholes in my bruised soul
maybe you couldn't fathom the meaning of sacrifice
of desperation
of elevation
I'm owed what is due
this was fitted in a forced hand
where treachery was unforeseen
how it spews and reeks of lies
im at my wits end
picking up the pieces that you've stolen
hoaxed by a face marred with pain
deserted in hours in silence to carry on
enough to dodge the nausea
I close my eyes
and wait for the next exhale
the more you huff off love ,
the more you suffer
every whiff of pain makes it more than difficult to breathe
I feel a justifiable need for revenge
I couldnt help but pretend
But this couldn't cure my gutless appetite
You've danced in a grave inside my head
cursed me in all unrighteousness
and in every manner of hate ,
I love you still
I'm often ruined by the spoils of fantasies
Maybe I'm crazy , maybe I'm ambitious
perhaps I scower for loopholes in my bruised soul
maybe you couldn't fathom the meaning of sacrifice
of desperation
of elevation
I'm owed what is due
this was fitted in a forced hand
where treachery was unforeseen
how it spews and reeks of lies
im at my wits end
picking up the pieces that you've stolen
hoaxed by a face marred with pain
deserted in hours in silence to carry on
enough to dodge the nausea
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