Save Me From Decay

You'd looked at me, and said,
"Why?"
And you know what I wanted to say?

I love you. Always have,
Always will,
And it's really sad to say-

We've been fighting-
too much lately
And I never get a break

This,
mixed with everything else,
Is getting harder to work with every day

So I take my pain out this way,
As punishment-
For my mistakes

Instead, I said,
"There's too much going on;
This is how I take the pain away."

Which is almost truth,
But even so,
It's not what I wanted to say

So I did it again,
As part of my plan,
Because I lied, again, today

Lier and cheat,
But in discreet,
Just nasty all the way

It's what I've become,
And all I've done,
Is let it progress in every way

Satan's control,
Is too strong not to hold,
So he manipulates my soul, and it's decay

Only your hold,
Could steal my soul,
But you're too blind, with priorities aray

Keen, quick, and smart,
Your skills are an art,
But your sensitivity doesn't work the same

Oblivious to others' emotions,
Gives the strong notion, that you only care for yourself,
And none other remain

But it's not true,
They're blind to the true you,
And it's driving me insane

Your better than that,
Amazing, at that,
And I never want you to change

Please save me from this,
You're the only thing that could dismiss,
This anxiety in my brain

I will be gone,
For a time, really long,
Unless you save my soul from decay

Because when everyone's gone,
And I feel lost and gone,
You stay on my mind, all the same
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Guzzi Avatar
February 26, 2011 at 1:35 PM
the last line can be true from a day to decades...it's a hard truth but only you can save you. Free Verse again Light & Love
Loving Iii Avatar
February 24, 2011 at 5:46 PM
you kept my attention. and i could'nt help but pretend to be the one you gave this to. i'd fold it up , put it in my pocket and then i'd write one to you. don't you know i'm hurting too? that losing you would hurt me to? can we call a truce and show a little love from me to you? lets get together before we're through.
Kendrick Avatar
February 23, 2011 at 4:07 PM
Interesting thoughts penned..Sara
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