The poisoned apple pie
I’ve tried too many times
The hero of a lie
Who’s done too many crimes
The angel of pretense
Up high on golden wings
Ignoring consequence
The saint of hidden sins
And I feel nothing but
Faith in you destroyed
So speak to me not
This contract’s null and void
Blood boiling
Heart racing
Angry thoughts in my head
In the midst of white
And peaceful black
All I’m seeing is red
One thought of you
And I’m triggered
Bad memories
I’m embittered
Got the fury of
A villain mob
That won’t stop until you’re dead
A pledge or two
Broken, like it’s nothing
Over and over
Again, like it’s nothing
Promised deals, unfulfilled
All to serve The Guild
Half-studied verses
Read, like it’s something
Half-hearted sketches
Drawn, like it’s something
Love’s excitement killed
All to serve The Guild
Crafting ceased
Only time for one thing
Plea dismissed
Only tend to one thing
Must strengthen the build
All to serve The Guild
We used to joke around and laugh
Like we were such good friends
Talked about dumb things
And things that were intense
But I’ve noticed you have changed
When you kept avoiding my eyes
Should I have talked to you,
Or would that have been unwise?
You used to be quite frank
Used to communicate
I wonder, did I do
Something that you hate?
Because I’ve noticed you have changed
We don’t talk anymore
Should I have talked to you,
Or have you closed the door?
Weren’t we good friends?
At what point did that end?
I’ve been dealing with so much
Couldn’t see beyond the bend
Didn’t notice you have changed
Until somebody asked
I could have talked to you
But it was too much a task
You’re such a nice person
It must have been my mistake
But I can’t be chasing friendships
When I’m drowning in my lake
I’ve noticed you have changed
But I don’t blame you for a bit
You could have talked to me
But maybe I wasn’t worth it
Dazzling lights
Hearts at ease
Solemn nights
Christmas trees
Smiles on faces
Pardoned wrongs
Happy places
Christmas songs
Gifts to give
Children play
Christmas eve
Christmas day
A tool to use when convenient
And discard when not
You don’t need to reward a tool
But you can let it rot
It doesn’t need your thank you’s
It will do its job
No need to bother whether
It cries or whines or sob
It doesn’t ask for sorry’s
And won’t require respect
It will do its job without
Its pride to protect
And if a tool is special
It is easy to abuse
And easy to forget that
It can break from overuse
And who would want to use
Such a broken piece
Can’t tolerate when you can
Count its flaws with ease
If you are going to be someone
Don’t be a fucking tool
You’ve trapped yourself and now
You’re just a broken fool
(Written some time ago when I was very frustrated and depressed at work.)
Immortality was the curse
That she thought was the prize
When she summoned that demon
With the gleam in her eyes
It was flesh and blood, she offered
Of pure innocent souls
For power, for eternity
And her wicked goals
Love was the curse
That she thought was the prize
For they all quickly loved her
With a gleam in their eyes
It was possession, she wanted
Of these beautiful souls
As they hauntingly praise
All her twisted goals
Time was the curse
That she thought was the prize
When a thousand years ended
The gleam in her eyes
It was flesh and blood, she offered
Of her own lonely soul
To the demon that grinned
At her desperate goal
Death was a curse
But to her, a prize
And she begged the demon
Who had a gleam in his eyes
Who shook his head No
At this poor tired soul
Who forever shall live
Yet never be whole
Wrote this to celebrate Halloween :)
One step forward
Two steps back
When I think I found the answer
I’m suddenly off-track
One step forward
Nice and slow
When I think I’ve got a starter
It’s a no go
One step forward
To success?
But can’t even get through
All this mess
One step forward
Counting days
And then a sucker punch
To the face
Can’t step forward
Can’t attack
Even just to try, I’m always
Two steps back
I knew it then, but didn’t care
So much to do, so much to bear
Just trudge along and do my thing
Gotta try to please the King
And try to endure Captain Unpleasant
And work the wings for Bumbling Bee
I’ve been through worse, I tell myself
So there’s no one to blame but me
I knew it then, but didn’t care
Heedlessly cycling this head affair
Into darkness and out of it
Grab onto light that’s dimly lit
And I get a surprise but unpleasant
And there’s no one to blame but me
They don’t give warnings in this place
I must quickly pay the fee
I knew it then, but didn’t care
Got used to life being unfair
I knew that while I struggled not to snap
I’ve somehow laid myself a trap
And to get out is so unpleasant
And there’s no one to blame but me
Done my hardest but it’s not enough
I can no longer just let it be
You knew it then, but didn’t care
You still chose our lives to share
While I was caught in my own trap
You were ready to fill the gap
And it must have been quite unpleasant
To be entwined with a lifeless me
Yet still you carefully set your trap
That I’ve fallen into happily
Your beautiful black diamond trap
That we’ve fallen into happily
*This poem can also be found in my poetry book What Have You Done to the Angel.
What have you done to the angel?
Why have you injured her wings?
The bliss of her smile has faded
Her hands have been soiled by your sins
Engulfed by your flames, she is burning
Her innocence turning to ashes
She struggles with wings that are bleeding
She flies but she falls and she crashes
Could you fix what is broken forever?
Mend wings that could no longer soar?
Could you heal a spirit that’s shattered?
She breathes, but she’s angel no more
And she craves for a drink of your poison
Longs for a glimpse of the Dark
What have you done to the angel?
How have you twisted her heart?
