Do we have to be that?
Venomous,
Poisonous,
Vicious
Each time we collide?
Is there really-
Tell me,
Is there really any good
In attack
Without cause?
Play,
Play on the broken strings
Of promises,
Regrets
And passion long gone.
Raise me up
Only to smash me
On the rocks
Of disdain
And lies.
Raise me higher,
I want to see
Hell up close
Before being hurled
Down to heaven.
Break me.
It's what you wanted,
Isn't it,
To see me scattered
Shattered, bruised?
Watch me bleed.
Stand there,
By the marble cross
And watch me
Die.
Leave me be.
I'm naive,
I know.
I believed in you
Up until then.
Who knows,
I might still
Believe
In resurrection
And haunting.
Play
On my heartstrings,
Cold-heartedly,
Selfishly
Tearing them up.
Play
Till your violin breaks
So you can
Throw it away
With me.
Is it my blood?
Funny how weird it feels
How liberating
Slipping away
Is.
👏
gotta catch up on that show. I’ve only seen the first season.
Those are valid questions. And at the end of the day I would say nothing is worth one’s wellbeing, except the life of one’s offspring. You put it eloquently, and it made me think back on my then marriage, the divorce leading to a calm and pleasant life. Hell is other people, and coffee, coffee is magic. Be well and prosper.