I care not for harpers island but for henry. His sweet psychotic love warmed my heart. You know the drill just read and review!
It was my father's sin
It hadn't tainted me!
Until I believe his madness
And let his hate infuse me
Strip away my humanity
Until all i have left is dreams!
What will become of me!
Sick and twisted are they
Though I cannot lose sleep
Or shed tears of loss
For childish innocence lost
What will become of me!
My actions are without mercy
Blood slicking my hands, serene
I know only death and destruction
What will become of me!
My desires meant no harm
Just to be happy and in peace
True love to care and sustain
My dreams were in vain
The truth drove me insane
Or is my father to blame
What will become of me!
My sight is clouded with hate
For those who cannot commiserate
Who mock me with their lies
I relinquish my ties
A façade constructed of clay
I will not abide, Neigh
What will become of me!
There is no turning around
To listen to the incessant sound
My conscious has been pushed down
To a grave, underground
Only one thought exists
An Eden of Abby and true bliss
What will become of me!
When the carnage is done
I will be safe and secure with the one
The only Juliet to me, Romeo
The end will invite no tragedy
Except those deserving it wholeheartedly
What will become of me!
Spineless, deceitful mortals of my perfect land
Hourglass marking dwindling time with sand
Judgment, a sword in my two hands
The story is beautiful in its own way
True love, perpetually has the first say
And it drives me every hour of the day
Until next to her I lay
Forever with the sweet songs of the bay
Serenading our union as wonderful memories we make.
Authors note, Neigh- a sound the horse makes when agitated or upset. So henry is upset and whines like an animal.
I love and adore Henry. This song is dedicated to him and the character that he is and the sweet love that would never be his. He wasn't the only one dumped by her best friend. ;)
The second part of the poem. Cause I wanted Henry to have a happy ending.
What will become of me!
All the hope I see in her eyes
Is an illusion there is nothing but despise
Abhorrence so strong I feel it penetrate my guise
Does she not see the flame of love where it resides
Cannot she see my hear beating for her life
There is no word in the dictionary
No word a person can speak
I am a creature without a name
I will receive the torment of the slain
What will become of me!
No one will attend my funeral
No one will throw the dirt
No one will give a rose
Or even a kind word
Then my laments will end
And my torturous soul will descend
Into the fires of anguish
That is my second hell!
Thus ends my tale of woe
But for Abby, will my love truly end for her!
Or is there a spark that I failed to perceive
Because cruelty had inured me to the caress of empathy
And i die with a lovers note on my lips
Abby, my soul, NO, You i will truly miss!!