Torturing The Wounded And Slaying The Innocent Poem by Kellyn, A Grau

Torturing The Wounded And Slaying The Innocent



Turing around in circles
My minds so rearranged
Damned by my compassion
I've lost the fight but not the war
My hearts constructing sadness
My eyes oh how they bleed
The darkness from my days
Has become nothing more but insanity
So here I stand, alone and confused
You push, pull, tear, and kill
Have you had enough of me?
Why do you always have to have the last word?
Why do you have to hurt me like this?
So now it seems I'm breathing for two
My lungs are filled with unheard screams
My eyes so red from all those tears
So the redness never fades from my face
The sadness never decays from my soul
Am I jaded and just destined to grow cold
The days are getting hard to live by
The pain is becoming something more than unbearable
I'm lost in this illusion that you somehow care
Yet my mind tells me other wise, just please forget
So take my heart and slice open another wound
Make it bleed more than it needs to
Do you love to see me suffer, become one with misery
My love was so true, yet you banished me
Pushed me to the shadows to become free
Or was your definition of freedom something else
Because this hurt more than anything else
You say goodbye, I'll never see you again
Then you turn around and act like my friend
Confused by this whole situation
My lose for words can constantly express this
So it comes down to one final question
Are your intentions in the right direction?
Or are you just diminishing what's left of my beaten heart
Why spill the blood of the innocent
The one who loved you for who you were?
Flaws and all, yet I am nothing but wasted time in your eyes
So could you be so merciful and just end this constant misery
Pull your chains off my heart and just fade away
Let me be at piece with my self and heal these wounds
You've inflicted enough damage to me, why must you do more
Do you want to be the one who kills me
Makes me dread of the next time my heart could feel
Make me hate those words I cherish so much
Please don't, just take your things and leave
Let me be, and let me tend to these wounds
I cant take much more of this abuse
I need to be saved, will someone save me
Can I even save my self, or am I damned?

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