I am on the edgeToday I remembered the trials of the forlorn.More Like This
The passages of the forsaken
and the promises and injustice of the damned.
I tried to compare my pain the them
I tried to justify my wickedness
I am left with nothing
nothing but my own misdoings and dead ends.
Oh lowly self
it is your own fault that thy must lie in a grave
make the bed
and eat the poisoned cake.
I have betrayed my own self.
I have led myself to believe that you still harbored affection
For a scoundrel
How could an angel
a magnificent creature
A jubilant man such as your self
Want a hideous deserter for thine love?
Though this crossed my mind.
Crossed it as we held hands
as we danced in the moon light
as we strolled in the parks of our mind
Like a black cat.
Like a mirror broken in my palm
blood poured down from my clenched fist
because I realized.
I was never going to get you back.
You were safely in the arms of the magnificent woman who I chose to call harlot
because I missed you.