I sold my soul for you and you still wanted to let me die

Skewing the Certainties.

I sold my soul for you and you still wanted to let me die.

Your soul belongs to me now.

And then I tried to do it my way.

That you did.

And you hated it even more.

Of course. You belong to me.

I remember you hitting me. Again, and again…

My palm still stings sweetly of it some nights.

I was broken by you.

And I'd do it again, boy.

My heart was ravaged to please you.

But it didn't, did it?

I destroyed what precious little you gave me, because you wouldn't give it up.

That you did

And I skewed the Certainties.

Oh?

I baffled Death with the thoughts you instilled in me.

And yet it still got through to you, dipping its feet in what I had tried so hard to keep smooth.

I sat with Silence and, in my muteness, made it speak.

And yet for that, it bore you no ill will, instead inviting you to join it in idle discourse.

I frightened Peace with the war that thrives in my soul.

And it still felt itself living deep, deep within you and tried to let it free.

I battled Justice and, with my obduracy, won.

And it respected you for that, giving you its highest gift.

With the closed mind you forced on me, I ignored the voice of Hope.

But it refused to ignore you.

I let you down. I became weak.

That would be why I hate you, then.

And in becoming weak, I let them all down.

And yet they still insisted on loving you.

You lie.

You lie to yourself, boy.

Bastard.

With all that you do, Death still understands you.

…

And Silence still listens, should you care to speak.

…

Peace still sees itself within you, now coming more and more to light.

…

Justice thinks your name as it draws its steel.

…

And I see you now lie nestled deep within the arms of Hope.

…

They broke that which I have created and shattered all that I had hoped for from it. Now all that I have left of your world is six feet of earth with which to keep warm. I was failed, boy and for that, I despise you.

Yeah… But…

But?

At least I'm not alone.

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Well? Whaddaya think? Pretty good for a first attempt at poetry? Not too bad? About as entertaining as dog vomit? Review and let me know! (Just please be gentle, I still have feelings.) –Lady PhoenixDagger *//.^*