Your Dying Hand
This next part, is far from finished.
You broke my heart, for our so called love diminished.
Close your eyes, this isn't going to be pretty.
Our fire dies, who now deserves the pity?
Let your mind escape, for here comes sorrow.
Your soul I'll rape, oh you'll feel it tomorrow.
I know you're afraid, but so am I.
Your acts to be repaid, now I laugh as you die.
Mark this voice, you'll never hear the end.
You made your choice, my beloved friend.
You better run faster, I've almost caught you.
I'm now your puppet master, you'll soon be through.
If you think you'll be forgiven, you're quite wrong.
This rage has driven, me to your last song.
I rise above, and laugh at your demise.
I killed the love, anger now burns in my eyes.
You've heard this story, a thousand times and more.
You'll accept my animosity, and leave here sore.
You hear my laughter, in this red and dying night.
What'll you say after, will you accept what's right?
I thought you said forever, we would be together.
The roses I gave to you, crumble in your dying hand.
Now the love's through, could you possibly stand?
Cries escape your sweet voice, as I kiss you a last time.
Now's my choice, for you've to pay for your crimes.
Regret is waiting, to be your beloved bride.
Are you asphyxiating, no need to hide...
A most profound quiet, chills the night skies.
You've lost your inner riot, now your heart dies.
Why couldn't you and I, just learn to love?
Now we die, the way I dreamnt of.
Can you honestly look into my eyes, and tell me our love is gone?
As your excuse dies, I forever laugh and move on.
Copyright © Steven Mcmorrow | Year Posted 2009
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