As Thorns Draw Blood

No torrid steel rod cauterized my wounds I could not lick the festering gashes clean Your sharp-bladed tongue bit too deep fangs plunged with each vile cursed scene No mere prick or scratch did you inflict as thorns draw drops from a finger laid bare You severed our dangling cord with a stare Without gauntlet thrown before you swayed I was waylaid in the pitfall of vows betrayed I sat weeping upon moistened ground faintly hearing from ears, a snarling sound a vile bitterness in your laughter as I stirred If you have a conscience, I shall be its burr You turned your back and sidled away basking in glory; your cruelty had been done but there is no victory for you, nothing won for a man whose feet were molded of clay How often you preyed on weakness of others while you played at being sanctimonious Liquid courage brings death that smothers but I escaped the hold you once tightly held before my life had been snuffed and felled I still breathe and I've no fear to speak I've been set free, and I'm no longer weak My tongue holds daggers of its own whetted on the grind stone of your deception I was hungry for strength, parched with thirst to take vengeance as my anger grew emotions that were long past due Felling you would then label me a doer of evil which is something I would never desire to be Vengeance will never be mine to take knowing this is true is what set me free Years will pass but I shall never forget that I was true to you, yet I sorely regret not realizing the kind of person I loved I've moved on and no longer grieve while you still swim in the fiery waters of your besotted world of make believe