the anger within me thrums deeply,
the way she speaks to others so sweetly,
and then turns to me and—
monster is all I use to describe her; double-tongued.
she cuts my skin deep with a silver dagger,
blood flowing as I try to run but instead I stagger
it anchors me down and weighs me under,
digging deeper with every move and blunder
......
The mermaid's voice echoes across the sea
Her singing is sweet as a piece of chocolate
Melting slowly in yr mouth
But when you get closer, it is evil like someone
Who wants you dead
Drowning with her grabbing yr legs
Until you get out a knife and cut free from her hold
As you escape to the shore
You are exhausted
However, thankful, you are
......
I torture myself with these thoughts ,
Trying to make sense of me crumbling ,
A strong enough breeze could turn me to dust ,
But the wind is stalling it’s just dark and cold ,
I’m surrounded by a cage of broken glass ,
Picking up pieces of myself cut me little by little,
I’ve be played with broken & left for garbage ,
Once treasured with care , affection and love ,
......
tranquil like the ocean at dusk
in tune with the push and pull of the moon
and when the sea breeze comes smelling of musk,
it curls and whispers into my ear 'soon'
and when I hear it I recall when I once felt relief,
not really looking nor thinking that the next day
it would shift and turn into an overwhelming grief;
how it then felt as if what was torn hadn't been my trust–
but rather a broken wing and I am then hit with dismay
......
I'm a man of my word today
Because you never believed me when I told you why I was crying
I'm a man of my word today
I was a child then and somehow I was always your enemy
I'm a man of my word today
Because you told me you'd reject me
If I put myself first before my parent's priorities
......
The mermaid's voice echoes across the sea
Her singing is sweet as a piece of chocolate
Melting slowly in yr mouth
But when you get closer, it is evil like someone
Who wants you dead
Drowning with her grabbing yr legs
Until you get out a knife and cut free from her hold
As you escape to the shore
You are exhausted
However, thankful, you are
......
the anger within me thrums deeply,
the way she speaks to others so sweetly,
and then turns to me and—
monster is all I use to describe her; double-tongued.
she cuts my skin deep with a silver dagger,
blood flowing as I try to run but instead I stagger
it anchors me down and weighs me under,
digging deeper with every move and blunder
......
tranquil like the ocean at dusk
in tune with the push and pull of the moon
and when the sea breeze comes smelling of musk,
it curls and whispers into my ear 'soon'
and when I hear it I recall when I once felt relief,
not really looking nor thinking that the next day
it would shift and turn into an overwhelming grief;
how it then felt as if what was torn hadn't been my trust–
but rather a broken wing and I am then hit with dismay
......
I torture myself with these thoughts ,
Trying to make sense of me crumbling ,
A strong enough breeze could turn me to dust ,
But the wind is stalling it’s just dark and cold ,
I’m surrounded by a cage of broken glass ,
Picking up pieces of myself cut me little by little,
I’ve be played with broken & left for garbage ,
Once treasured with care , affection and love ,
......
I'm a man of my word today
Because you never believed me when I told you why I was crying
I'm a man of my word today
I was a child then and somehow I was always your enemy
I'm a man of my word today
Because you told me you'd reject me
If I put myself first before my parent's priorities
......