She shook her head,
Startled, Perturbed
I'm afraid of this world,
Afraid of this Life.
He shudders
How much will I pay,
That finally makes me end it all?
She pulled from his grasp,
Tears, like crystal
Say it once, My love,
And I shall laugh at thy folly.
Say it twice, My dear,
And I shall tremble for thee with worry.
He held her closer.
For this pain you speak of...
I'm afraid of this world,
Afraid of this life...
One day, our double edged sword
Will eventually slice through
Our heart
He laughs, mainically
You! Afraid of this world?
You forced me to be alone,
You caused me to hate and fear.
Almost all that I do not hear
Is what is really being said.
You thrust me through glass,
And isolated me.
She flinches,
The sword tearing her blouse
You? Afraid of this world!
You! Afraid of this life!
It is you, and you alone
Who borne it out of your greed
Out of your hate and misery.
But, you don't like to be alone,
And you dragged me down
On this sinking ship
This rotting hole of festering evils
And long forgotten hates.
For you thought...
Misery enjoys good company.
She screamed as the sharpened blade
Drew blood, Slowly trickling
Slowly spreading
Yes! Misery enjoys good company,
For that, I brought you.
A broken heart, A pained expression.
That of which you can find on the face
Of any courtly man, who's been turned away
She brought reddened fingers to his face
You were alone, and so was I.
Together we built a world,
A world of terrors, and treasures anew!
This swirling abyss of hatred and grief,
Is all that we know
So I'll let it engulf me whole.
He tore from her grasp,
Each on the recieving end
Of a blade ment for the heart.
You betrayed me!
And you've forgotten me.
I came to you as no innocent maid!
You took me as the Mistress of hurt and
Together, we made a world
Full of pain and suffering.
The lullabyes of screams,
And alarm clocks of weeping.
Can't you see
We can't go back.
And unfortunantly,
You now hate me...
He stutters,
Holding now closed, cold fingers
And as tears awake us
And screams put us asleep,
You and I
We're just lost sheep.
AN courtly back in the days of old, men who dated women were known as courters. That's what I was referring to.
Hey, I don't know, nor care, if this really ment anything to you. I realize that it was just the dribble of my mind, leading up to something that I'll revere for a while. So you're stuck with reading it. HA!
Take that and shove it!