Shiranai
12-21-2007, 04:25 PM
AN: This is, in any other sense, my poetry thread. My poetry shall find a home here. So, I gave the collection a title. Enjoy.
A Sweet Bitter Caress Mixed With A Lack Of Pride
A bitter sweet caress with
Pallor lips curled into wickedness as
Icy cold touches itself onto my warm skin.
What have you done to me?
Your fangs poised with eyes devoid of emotion
And skin so free of warmth?
Your intentions are only what I can see
With a surprise simply waiting to exploit
The coward that lies shamefully within
myself...
A toxic injection coursing through my veins
And an unhealthy addiction trapped in my nerves.
The fortress I had struggled so long to build, it crumbles easily
Beneath your swords of eyes and the
Smirks that say you don’t care and the
Frowns that say something even worse.
Ravishing thoughts with no acknowledgement to the consequence,
You hold me in no regard and I am useless to you.
And you keep me locked in this mental prison
And you tell me I am even more worthless than I feel...
That fleeting look…what did it hold?
For surely you care not for my wellbeing?
Or perhaps I no longer hold pleasure to you...
That's it isn't it?
I, who has become submissive and does everything
Ordered of me with little to no argument.
I, who has surrendered away the free will
That most hold dear to them. For it is, after all,
Their only survival and light in a world so dark.
With your fangs no longer poised towards me and
Your eyes, sharp as swords and without emotion, they
Hold something in them now…disgust? And you wonder
What it was that exactly happened to me and you know
That by now I have figured it out and you want me to tell you
Do you really want to know?
My fighting spirit, you broke it. Simple enough, right?
It lays shattered in pieces around my bare feet while
The warm skin that you used to touch
Has in turn become icy itself for I stopped breathing for you long ago.
You were right after all and should feel proud of yourself.
Thanks, for you have proved to me just how weak I am
And how my strength was never there to begin with
And how I should have never had pride in myself
Because who takes pride in those that are weak?
And who, good sir, takes pride in you?
You with your pallor lips curled into dismay and
with your emotions flooding back to you...
Have you realized yet that you should be asking
Not what has happened to me but, instead, what has happened to you?
A Sweet Bitter Caress Mixed With A Lack Of Pride
A bitter sweet caress with
Pallor lips curled into wickedness as
Icy cold touches itself onto my warm skin.
What have you done to me?
Your fangs poised with eyes devoid of emotion
And skin so free of warmth?
Your intentions are only what I can see
With a surprise simply waiting to exploit
The coward that lies shamefully within
myself...
A toxic injection coursing through my veins
And an unhealthy addiction trapped in my nerves.
The fortress I had struggled so long to build, it crumbles easily
Beneath your swords of eyes and the
Smirks that say you don’t care and the
Frowns that say something even worse.
Ravishing thoughts with no acknowledgement to the consequence,
You hold me in no regard and I am useless to you.
And you keep me locked in this mental prison
And you tell me I am even more worthless than I feel...
That fleeting look…what did it hold?
For surely you care not for my wellbeing?
Or perhaps I no longer hold pleasure to you...
That's it isn't it?
I, who has become submissive and does everything
Ordered of me with little to no argument.
I, who has surrendered away the free will
That most hold dear to them. For it is, after all,
Their only survival and light in a world so dark.
With your fangs no longer poised towards me and
Your eyes, sharp as swords and without emotion, they
Hold something in them now…disgust? And you wonder
What it was that exactly happened to me and you know
That by now I have figured it out and you want me to tell you
Do you really want to know?
My fighting spirit, you broke it. Simple enough, right?
It lays shattered in pieces around my bare feet while
The warm skin that you used to touch
Has in turn become icy itself for I stopped breathing for you long ago.
You were right after all and should feel proud of yourself.
Thanks, for you have proved to me just how weak I am
And how my strength was never there to begin with
And how I should have never had pride in myself
Because who takes pride in those that are weak?
And who, good sir, takes pride in you?
You with your pallor lips curled into dismay and
with your emotions flooding back to you...
Have you realized yet that you should be asking
Not what has happened to me but, instead, what has happened to you?