An ambiguous poem I wrote; meant to be interpreted in anyway that applies to the reader. |
A fragrant whisper on the wind, lucious wine filled with poison, sweet lips speaking false words of wisdom, charming words laced with cyanide. Wisps of candlesmoke, I feel that I shall choke, Shadows rising like smoke so thick, Pounding down, throwing me adrift. Spirals spinning all around, can't see up and can't see down. All I hear are the screams, the screams of your iniquity. Scars driving deeper, cutting further, than ever I felt before. What next? What's in store? You can't take it back, these words you've said. The courage you lack, you're cowardice I dread. Claws digging into my soul, lips parted, losing control. Fighting back, losing strength, I've barely had time to think. I don't believe in this darkness, I believe in the Light of day. And for this I will say, Keep your thoughts to yourself. Don't drag me down to your level, I'm looking for something so much better. There's a shield around me, you cannot see, But believe me when I say, you can't get to me. I may fall, and I may slip, But your lying tongue and deceiving lips, I'll hear no more, so say no more, I belong to Light. |