Make It End Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Repetition.
The beating of the drum.
Words loosed upon forbidden lips.
Just one more kiss.
Just one more time.
Over, under, feet tripping, body set upon a blunder.
What if I told you I liked it?
What if I told you the nail you drove in my chest was the best thing I have ever felt?
Open handed slap me.
I can still hear those whispers, as if your were in the very next room.
Horrid it becomes, in the coldness I have been undone.
Stripped naked.
The hearth is no longer so welcoming.
Sitting by a long dead fire.
Who can I blame but myself.
A egotistical selfishness.
That's is me, when comes to getting on my knees.
Oh please one day lord do forgive me.
For the courage for this I lack to go back.
Facing bitter the music.
The dance of a loner.
Castration upon the soul.
Senseless circles.
In every round about way I'm just not okay.
But that's not what I say.
To keep it strong, to ingest all that is wrong.
Teardrops turn into the rain over a cane field that has been burning for such a long time.
I don't think it will be ever cured.
No matter how sweet it gets.
Past moments full of regrets and hard earned sweat.
What we deserve is only what we can muster.
And I just don't have it in me, no matter how hard I try.
Inhibition, premonitions of the fallout from my ultimate fears.
If I'm gonna die alone let it be known.
I lived best one ever can.
In the moments where one should take a stand I never flinched.
I may of blinked once or twice.
These thoughts wash over me like ice.
A sinners price.
Some not as nice.
I embraced the fact the best I could.
Knowing not where it would lead or how to proceed.
And I thank all those who gave me the time.
For it is very precious, no matter how much we really think we have.
Lost in dreary grey clouds.
How do I escape, when do I get my break?
A life of servitude but for whom?
In the theory of all being fairness I still don't believe.
Thrust upon chaos and deceived.
Lied to time and time again.
Some days oh how I wish it would all just end.
A closed book soon to be forgotten under the collection of such dust.
How do I get all these cobwebs out of my head.
Without losing the pieces that are still holding me together.
Feeling for the fallen angel I met once before.
Give me hope, give my wings.
To sail the sky on the greatest of dreams.
Please take my disease, my sickness upon which I love watching myself bleed.
Make me not wish for such cruel sensations upon my skin.
Eliminate the thought of pain in which I so much depend.
Please somebody just make it end.