A Romantic Bloody Ending..., by excutterxoxo Subscribe to rss feed for excutterxoxo

The End!
is at last, what it says.
i have only been hurt and tormented,
dancing with myself.
i remember that guy standing there,
eyes filled with gold,
yet drowned by the rain.
a simple kiss, without a fright.
then we later kissed goodnight.

remembering that old friend,
she said she would never leave me,
and i had told her all,
she looked in my eyes and cared.
a sudden lust seems to strike,
the beauty it holds,
a moment that'll last forever.

remembering daddy driving me in his car,
mommy reaches his hand,
and smiles and giggles,
looking into his eyes,
as he dwells on hers.
they take my hand,
and let me have fun in the park,
while they have their own little quick sneak-in-a-kiss.

now, 
i have found a new love,
he hurts,
but is so tempting.
you can get hooked on him so easily.
i only asked for a happy ending,
i did not ask,
for a messed up life.

but now, 
i have got my wish.
my new best friend,
like family is there.
in love with him.
the lust we share.
a sudden red blanket washes it all away,
the pain keeps coming,
but i only deserve more.

why?
i dont know.
but i think im in love with him.
i never go anywhere without him.
he is always with me, 
even when you dont know it.
we have secret hiding places,
and secret hideouts.
but we are never apart.

he seems to only cause pain,
the physical can only cover mental.
he does things to me,
and leaves me scars.
yet no one sees them.
no one even knows about him.
except for me of course.

in my bathroom, 
and in the bedroom.
we dance and twirl.
he seems so starkly and shiny almost in my eyes.

but then,
something happens.
and a dark cloud falls upon us.
i remember everything in my life.
i start to feel the pain and wanna cry.

but he is there.
my friend.
my family.
my partner.
my enemy...

but the catch is...

he is not a man...
he is not even human...
he is my blade.
a scissor,
knife,
razor,
whatever...

and when,
the bad memories start to taunt me again,
and i have no escape,
i need some relief,
and then "he" is there.
and does his job.
then when im finished and entertained enough.
i look at him,
smile,
cover up the scene,
cover up myself,
and fall asleep,
waiting to dream about the day we will be together,
in another place,
as,
i whisper,
"i love you...forever and beyond..."

Good Night Then...
Posted: 2010-04-28 02:47:25 UTC

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