Poetry

Nothing.....
 
 
 
After all attempts
It was a waste to begin with....
 
Hope was buried beneath gallons of filth, fornication and lies....
 
Was this another sign??
Will it ever stop??




To be so close....
only to find myself on the losing end again...
 
She came dwindling into my life..
Of all cliches...

this was the worst....

An inevitable end, hidden underneath a cover of a broken smile
eyes that see no future
Lips that speak no truth, but serpent's tales...

Why I ask myself?
Am I cursed?
Did i do something in the past and is this my purgatory?
Is there a way to break the cycle?
 
Treating her body like a sewer...
Like a virus... spreading her influence amongst the flock...
A beautiful statue... showing cracks and falling apart...
A rose... in winter

I found a place where hope lies bleeding...
Soaring down from the sky with broken wings...


A place where hope is barred and we scratch the surface with fingertips..
Mark the etchings with our blood and our broken nails...
 
It seemed like yesterday..
When we first met..
to have found you...
like a green leaf in autumn...

A ray of light piercing through a black sky...
 
a fool's errand
blindly into an open trap
Another mask
a fly in the web

I found this place, where hope lies bleeding...
 
 
PLEASE, SOMEONE CALL FOR HELP AND STOP THE BLEEDING.....
It's getting hard to stay awake...
 


In this harsh and cold world....
 
I feel like I don't belong here anymore...
 
My hope... and my happiness..
 
lay there, bleeding in a corner..
 
And my bleeding fingers



have





stopped



 
moving....