this is not really about anything. just dwelling on the past. on pain. on the things i hate remembering.
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why is it my heart is so scared of betrayal?
is it because it knows its own depths
and propensity to do so?
because it betrays itself at every turn,
and inevitably others with it?
and yet it seems each betrayal
at its own hands
or anothers...
comes as a complete surprise
a shot out of the blue
under the midnight sky of a new moon
no chance to see it coming
as if history would not again repeat itself?
and why is it the betrayer often seems to suffer more?
because he has to live
every day
every painful
heart wrenching
soul tearing
poisonous day
with himself.
and perhaps thats what perpetuates
each passing betrayal?
with the sad, sad hope
that maybe this next twist of the knife
self inflicted,
will finally end the betrayal
the pain.
this last stab will finally pierce the heart,
be more pain than even the strongest,
coldest,
steel heart can withstand
and finally beat its last beat
sad
with the wamrth of death
finally come to claim this twisted, wretched thing
from the pain of life.
bc
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bc-
**Proud to be an Official member of the Stuck-Up/8-Up Crew**
"Fuck PLUR! it's all about hardcore ass fucking!!"
We'll make great pets...
"drug suppliers, typically wearing 'Ecko' brand sweat shirts shuffle around the dance floor, chanting softly, 'want some pills? k?'" - Shu Shin Luh, The Chicago Sun-Times
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
why is it my heart is so scared of betrayal?
is it because it knows its own depths
and propensity to do so?
because it betrays itself at every turn,
and inevitably others with it?
and yet it seems each betrayal
at its own hands
or anothers...
comes as a complete surprise
a shot out of the blue
under the midnight sky of a new moon
no chance to see it coming
as if history would not again repeat itself?
and why is it the betrayer often seems to suffer more?
because he has to live
every day
every painful
heart wrenching
soul tearing
poisonous day
with himself.
and perhaps thats what perpetuates
each passing betrayal?
with the sad, sad hope
that maybe this next twist of the knife
self inflicted,
will finally end the betrayal
the pain.
this last stab will finally pierce the heart,
be more pain than even the strongest,
coldest,
steel heart can withstand
and finally beat its last beat
sad
with the wamrth of death
finally come to claim this twisted, wretched thing
from the pain of life.
bc
------------------
bc-
**Proud to be an Official member of the Stuck-Up/8-Up Crew**
"Fuck PLUR! it's all about hardcore ass fucking!!"
We'll make great pets...
"drug suppliers, typically wearing 'Ecko' brand sweat shirts shuffle around the dance floor, chanting softly, 'want some pills? k?'" - Shu Shin Luh, The Chicago Sun-Times
