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Betrayal

I watch your exuberant glowing eyes as they shimmer in the radiance of your joy, 
False, false joy, 
The tears of your desperate smiles break from the icicle of confusion, 
Confusion I cannot explain, 
My mind celebrates to reflect upon your honors, 
Breaking, breaking from the pure disdain I withhold inside my bones, 
Spinning the wheel of indecision
Such upon this web you’ve spun, you take the throne, 
“My people, I swear to honesty, I swear to dedication,” 
I hear your oath of self righteousness as I lay my head upon the soft pillow,
Sinking, sinking,
I repeat your vow inside my head time and time again, 
Each word spinning, twisting around your incredulous hierarchy, 
I nod in belief, yet there is a feeling, 
In another sense I know you are to break these words from reality, 
Your honor, I will not bow down to your betrayal, 
Betray me, betray us as your walls close tighter, 
For I, your right hand man, could not create the security, 
The look upon your face, your first face, fades away, 
Your second is a twisted sharpness, 
The blade of unobstructed betrayal cuts deeper into my skin, 
Pressing upon my back, penetrating my flesh, reaching the depths of my being,
Just as you are about to shove the knife further into my heart, you stop, 
I accept you’re tracing, mapping out my fate, 
You search the bottom of your heart, pulling out forgiveness, 
My apologies flood the air like poison rain, 
Each stings not you, but me, 
Yet I forgive, 
I remember, 
That knife, 
The heart, stitched but never the same, 
Your betrayal,
Your hate. 
I am the jester, I smile and laugh. You’d never know my pain for I’m taught to wear it like a mask. 
No longer, 
No longer. 
I feel all eyes on me, watching my every move,
Each step, a fear, 
Each step, a worry,
Each step, another closer to my demise,
That sneer that pulls your lips into the state of joy, evident to those around you, 
What are you gaining? Can’t you see there’s simply no point?, 
Years of deception for mere moments of prize, 
What are you gaining, I ask again? 
For you and me, we are not the same,
My lips purse as you blur the lines of companionship and hate, 
I am the jester broken but proud, 
You cannot break what’s broken, 
For my mask falters down, 
No longer, 
No longer.

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Quiet While You Kill Me

Shhh, 
Don’t make a sound,
The silence surrounds the empty corridor,
My survival,
My being,
Resting on the line of your breathless words,
“I can take what I gave you, 
I can ruin your life…”, 
The thread of my hope comes unraveled,
Skin and bones,
Exposed to the despair,
Collapsing into the arms of a misleading decree,
The icy blade of your tongue’s sword,
Pressing onto my back, 
I shiver facing the path,
The path we paved together,
If you are going to snap my neck,
Pierce my skin,
Break my bones, 
And watch me fall,
Do it with grace, 
I beg, 
Shhh,
Don’t make a sound, 
Quiet while you kill me, 
For the faster it’s done the less pain it casts upon you,
Why do I care?,
Have you been plotting your deception for as long as you can remember?,
What was I,
But a feather in the breeze on a summer's afternoon,
Staying afloat to the words of your wind,
Quiet while you kill me, 
For it kills me to cause you pain.

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Drown Me

The swirling deep blue of the water before my pained eyes,
Reminding me who I am, 
You stand next to me, 
A single tear rolling down your porcelain face, 
Glistening as it falls,
The water below the cliff catches it happily, 
For it feeds on sadness,
Woe only causes it to prosper, 
Causes it to grow, 
You face me, a sad smile pulling at the corners of your lips,
You look as if there is something you wish to tell me, however, you don’t, 
A frown is present from my features, 
Without hesitation, your body falls into the sea below, 
I scream, instantly jumping in after your faint body, 
Frantic, I grasp your arm, holding your head above water, 
Against the cold, 
Against the current, 
I hoist you back onto the ledge, 
A cough, I hear from you, 
My frigid body worried, 
The coughing fit becomes that of laughter,
How could you be laughing at a time like this?,
“Help me up,” I call, concerned still, 
I reach my hand up to yours,
You take it, holding tight, 
As I’m near the surface, you let go, 
“I knew you’d save me, but you were too naive to believe I’d do the same,” 
Your voice rings out above the water,
As I struggle to stay above, 
Your words drown out as my head tips under, 
I saved you from the world of pain,
Consequently taking it upon myself, 
You cannot drown me, 
I smile, 
For I drowned myself, 
To save you from the water, 
To save you from what lies within, 
You cannot hurt me,
For I’ve already been hurt, 
I’ve already been hurt, 
Hurt to save you, 
Drowned to keep you alive, 
I drowned so you’d survive.

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A Plea to Forgotten Ties

Individualistic philanthropy is a virtue to a spark, 
A charred ember of your simmering soul, 
Before me are those who surround my being, 
My subconscious is present as I often drown myself to become what they require, 
A sponge to their water, 
To the oceans of their misfortune, I abode, 
Days grow longer and I find myself no more able to absorb their words, the sea, 
Upon my falter to the bottom I have gone,
Am I forgiven?
I could no longer obtain the torture your rain poured upon me, 
My eyes, broken eyes, 
My ears, deafened ears, 
My advice oozing mouth, sewn shut, 
Every cut and burn that taints my paper skin is thanks to myself and the glass of life,
Am I forgiven?
Broken and torn to shreds of who I may become, 
I peeled skin from my bones to cover your scars,
Am I forgiven? 
For I left all too soon to start anew, 
For I forgot my roots in the collection of catastrophe this life of mine had been, 
Tell me, I plead, 
Am I forgiven?
For I have forgiven you.

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Raise a Glass to Despair

I am drawn to you as an alcoholic to a glass of whiskey, 
I lift you to my lips taking a simple sip, 
I pour you from the bottle I’ve enclosed you within, 
Without fail,
Another day,
Another drink, 
Why can’t I stop pouring,
Pouring and drinking from your glass?,
I put you in the bottle, 
I expected you to stay there, 
My selfish ways inscribe within, 
Tip the bottle, 
Unscrew the flask, 
Giving hopelessly into your misery, 
You comfort me while you take my life,
You steal me from my body, 
You disconnect me from my conscious mind, 
Who might I call upon to save me from the nothingness?,
No, I am not an alcoholic, 
But as I tip the glass further, 
Your solace becoming my pain,
Raise a glass to despair!,
Raise a glass to easeful torture!, 
No, I am not an alcoholic, 
But I am addicted to the ideals you present, 
Please,
I beg, 
Save me from myself, 
Save me from inside,
Please, 
I beg, 
I do not want to be okay if this is what it means, 
I do not want to be okay if okay belongs in your arms, 
I do not want to be okay, 
I want to survive,
Let me survive.