Sunday, July 9
{ 9:49 PM }
Every morning comes by,
Ends with the same old story.
You took all there was of me,
Left me with an empty soul.
What can I say,
You have pulled the trigger to my heart.
You just watched my slow death,
With a grin on your face.
My pain's not felt,
My veangeance's still there.
My peace will not be with me,
Until I'm done with you.
Love humiliates my pride,
Hatred cradles me.
Pity is weak,
gone with the wind.
The face is a mask over the mirror,
What gleanings of myself can my words deliver?
What hatred do I keep within me?
Give me the aid.
Tell me how to trust once more,
Show me how to accept.
Tell me how to forget,
Show me how to forgive
Tell me how to erase the hatred,
Show me how to love.
Even if my life were to end now,
I will not regret my actions,
I will not take back my words.