Friday, November 15, 2013

Veined heart


I don't really quite remember why my heart bled,
With every tear I sob, veins showing from my heart,
I never knew I was walking in a forest of endless tortures,
During the day, what envious beauty I see,
During the night, nightmares that hunt my inner consciousness,
What was I doing there in the first place ? ? ?
I remember oceans being this way,
Being forever beautiful and its roses shunning the world from its evilness,
Now I hate all that is said to be beautiful,
I hate the night as much as I hate daylight,
I never denied how my eyes had fooled this flesh of mine,
Like I crashed and I was left with an amputated heart and a bit of bitterness,
I am not the lemon I am now,
I am the sweetness that I had been created to be.

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