Du Darfst Mein Bestrafer Sein Poem by Jacqueline Purcell

The storm is residing over my head, at least it’ll keep the pressure away for now.
The intense heat is making me shake, my palms are sweating.
Could’ve made things easier; you love to make things complicated.
Word play is funny, but the truth overrules it, and it’s a lot more comical when I’ve got you in checkmate, but that’s rare.

The hall has no corners, so many lights, just so I could find no cover.
I know you’re watching me like this is a sick game, you feed off of this suffering.
My screams are gone, they’ve worn out and cant echo. (Now it doesn’t even make a difference) .
What do you want from me? You wont stop calling my name.
No. I cant say that everything is gone yet, just everything but the pain.
You know I am not one to gold a grudge against attempted emotional murder.
All there is behind me is a steel door with my regrets spread out across it.
You’re forcing me to suffer, oh, don’t you love this? I hope the worst for you.
what’s the difference between open-minded and open-hearted? I don’t care.
If I had the choice, I would be an emotion-less monster than had tried falling for you.

This is sick, you’re making my hallucinations real, why did I let you inside my head?
Did you do this to everyone you loved or did you had it planned just for me?
I will get to you somehow, and even after all of this;
It’ll wind yup starting off with more regrets and more wounds to try dragging on with.

8.2.06