Thursday, January 19, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Feel My Pain
The difference between you and me?
Greed.
The want. The need
For something more.
Morals thrown, pushed out the door.
With what I have.
With what you want,
Only memories are there to haunt.
Our past.
My present.
I'm no longer heaven sent.
Not to you,
Not to myself.
No feelings of remorse,
No feelings of guilt,
But locked inside,
Far away,
Scars remain.
With time and experience
They will grow,
Root, sprout, and show.
Although my wounds long ago healed
Your scars will be revealed.
One day.
No longer sane.
You'll feel my pain.
Greed.
The want. The need
For something more.
Morals thrown, pushed out the door.
With what I have.
With what you want,
Only memories are there to haunt.
Our past.
My present.
I'm no longer heaven sent.
Not to you,
Not to myself.
No feelings of remorse,
No feelings of guilt,
But locked inside,
Far away,
Scars remain.
With time and experience
They will grow,
Root, sprout, and show.
Although my wounds long ago healed
Your scars will be revealed.
One day.
No longer sane.
You'll feel my pain.
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