Careen


Will you cry for me with parched eyes as they lay me down to an eternal slumber dear?
Will the heavens quake and your earth shatter when you see my still, pale form?
Will you crumble in pain as the doctors inform you that i died of a broken heart?
Would you defy the gods and man alike to ressurect my tattered soul?
Would you crush hells firey gates and challenge satans fury to atone for my sins?
As i press this knife against shallow skin i wonder if you would dear...

As i feel the cold bite of steel to flesh i cant help but ponder these things...
Never once did sweet words of warmth or love roll from your tender lips...
I wonder if you used me, raped or abused me, or if we really had something real...
I shudder to think that it was all just a trist, and you may have never, truly cared...
Did you love me dear, or was i just a lacquer amusment, my emotions to be trifled and played with...

As this blood flows thick, metallic inky red, i can't help but wonder if you'll care when i'm dead...
As I acend high above or sink down below, will you think of me once? twice? before you repress my memory?
Now, as i watch with glossy eyes transfixed and unfocused, i sigh for a moment over the cliche's of love...
As silent whispers of the invading darkness play across my sences i can't help but hate you. because i love you...
a smile of irony graces my lips over my simple ending... and i think my last thought...
you always hurt the one you love...