Termunger

Dark dirt dried gray from days of heat waves Lips once wet no longer moist dry cough Replaced the once sweetest voice And I lie beaten remembering your words my love How I fell for such trickery I shall never know Love is now a four letter word like Hell, Vile Undaunting shadows of you and I emptiness A void crippling a heavy weight upon my soul You should feel proud of your ugliness For you who knew so much have taught me so little And now I know that ugly goes straight to the bone You a most formidable ally are a disgusting turd Had I the strength to speak I would be telling you this In person. But my weakened state of rejection Will not allow it st this time. I pray for rain to revive My wilted dehydrated form so I may rise again And root myself and become saturated and moist And speak loud and you will hear my words. And I will stand out from the rest for I rose from Your web of pain and overcame it all. I am the ruler of my own destiny you have lost.