emosaphire

I drink you in to suffocate my imminent sorrow, and release this toxic gas on which you have me choking. How ironic that you are the antidote to your poisonous self. I could forgive you, if you'd let me, but you've burned me at the stake and I can't breathe past the lump in my throat        the boil on my neck                and the cancer                        in my heart. This is you but, really,        this is only me.

Strap a cannon to my bootstraps and send me to the deep. I'll breathe the water into my lungs and let your Siren's Song kill me swiftly,        beautifully        sloooowly. Can I sleep now, with the bedrock for my coffin? You don't care about my final wishes. And Davy Jones will not employ poor, pitiful me on his damned crew. And I will spend eternity hating you for not letting me drown.

I am not what you want, and what you want is not me. I watched you choose to end me, and I was the one who died. You have never been a superhero, and I will never be a damsel in distress. My problems were never yours to fix and what was not your to fix were my problems. Where is your ear, my sweet Gogh? You thought it would make a nice gift for your sweetheart, but that's not what I asked for. What I asked for was your heart.

Walk me to the water and let me drown. Leave me falling under, to consume the shades of brown, and watch as winter fades away, while the whirlpool swirls round. My words, they make no sense, but I don't really care. My soul is free to walk the earth, and I'll find my Father there.

I died today because you thought it would be fun to immortalize my face on your mantle and I may be laughing, but I'm crying. And when I'm crying, I'm really dying, and when I've died you've already left. Tick, tock goes the clock and I shall not survive. Tick, tock goes the clock, and then I'm not alive.

Crying tears like blood, and I can't feel you here. And I'm whining like a wounded dog, torn in two by your claws. No hole in my heart was ever as large as the one you carved from bone into my soul.

It seems no amount of well-meaning poetry can cure what ails this bleeding heart. What a rip-off.

Frozen in time on a fragment of ice, you slipped into my view. I tried to catch your waving arms but my vision was skewed. I missed my chance and now you're gone, and I learned what was tried and true.

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Shredded I stand here, yup here, on this ledge... and I just get ready to fall, let myself drop off the edge, I can see a taxi... I never liked taxies.The door to the roof buckles as the SWAT team take a battering ram to it, they've been at it for a while, they know I'm trapped and can't get to any other buildings... they don't expect me to jump. The thought makes me grin, my eye's glitter and a tear falls onto the helmet of a SWAT officer, splashing onto the ground."Police, do not jump, DO-NOT-JUMP!" They would jump if they were gonna get locked into a labratory to get poked and prodded and tested. Have their blood tested, given shots, ov