When The Snow Stops Falling Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

That's right I know.
Even with so much fiction portrayed.
Utter useless are the words already broken.
Demons walk among these pages.
In yellow and pink squiggly lines.
The closer you get, the more distorted it is.
The mirror is even walking right out of the room.
For it has had more then enough for the day.
Why repeat the incomprehensible.
Maybe I'm no longer looking for your answers.
Maybe I'm no longer looking for your cancer.
You can just keep it all.
I will find something else fill the void.
Swallowing the poison.
What if I told you it no longer works on me.
So scarred, so marred.
Remember you weren't the first to do it me.
I just met you along the way.
And I was so happy to say goodbye in such a hurry.
Swallowing your pride.
Sorry baby, but I already did that, and now I'm plenty sober in a completely different reality.
Metaphorically speaking.
In pretty little phrases is a hidden paradox.
A shotgun and some salt rock.
It may hurt a lot but at least it doesn't kill you.
Mercy upon even my most hated enemy.
And to think at one time I loved you.
But now it is your turn to know.
Another blow to already shattered ego.
Just another melting snowflake on a spring day.
It's not my fault, I take no responsibility for your actions.
So just get over it already.
Just get over it already.
What is the time again?
Soon my tracks will be gone.
A ghost among the ever lost stars.
Purposefully, Willfully, Intentionally.
Just try and stop me.