-1Drowned by ones own love
Devoured in ecstasy he now is,
Drowned by her own seas of lies,
Death she is bound for due to his deceit,
One day he will tell her those words,
The words that will drag her down and consume her whole.
He will use her,
Play with her,
Tease her and pull on those string that have now formed her heart,
Then he will reveal to her his true self,
His true love and brake her like a twig.
She will change,
She will suffer,
She will cry,
She will die,
She will experience everything that no woman would.
The beast will come forth,
Make her face the facts,
Teach her what is to be learned.
From this she will only protect her son, sister and those that are extremely close.
So like an angel,
She was torn down from the heaven,
Yanked down from the sky,
Thrown in a cage with nothing,
Locked up and had nothing but a broken wing which hurt,
But what hurt the most was the black spot which was in place in stead of a her heart,
Which now sits on the cage floor shattered into over a million pieces and blood smothered the floor.
Hated by most,
Feared by most,
Loved by few,
Cared for few,
Those are just a few things that matter.
Due to her past and hatred of her once lover,
Though her body remains untouched,
Though her soul remains untainted,
Though she is devoted to do good, which she still does,
Her inner monster has control.
It has trained her,
Feed her,
Protected her,
Loved her,
Cared for her,
And yearned for her to be free.
She now feels little,
Well actually nothing at all,
She does not hate,
She does not love,
She does not care,
And she does not speak.
She has only confided to within herself.
So she will not feel love,
Will not feel compassion,
Will not feel sadness, sorrow or despair,
So she will not feel anger,
Hatred and lust,
So that she will never fall for another trick,
Another's attempt just to break her heart.
Her inner monster lead to nothing,
Lead her to darkness,
Nothingness,
Loneliness and to a pit of despair.
Her feelings remain hidden,
Behind a mask of nothingness,
A mask of no emotion,
A mask of no blankness.
She remains broken,
A porcelain doll that sits on a shelf,
Alone and untouched for years,
Left alone to rot and brake with no one to care for it.
Hey, It's me Black F-F again I wrote this poem awhile ago so please review as soon as possible and just so ya know this is only from one persons point of view.