Leave Her

He's right.

They're fake.

They refuse to speak it.

He tells them. Not to.

And so they conceal it.

Your absence punches me,

in the face.

It wounds me,

bruises me,

leaves me almost dead.

I say to myself,

“Someday this living dead shall rise!

And live!”

But broken inside,

cannot be hid.

So she writes the words.

She cannot speak.

Within a language,

shriek.

To cry out during this new moon.

So that they can hear her pain.

So upon this heart.

Do place your lid.

And kill inside,

what you want dead.

And drown me,

in my own red blood.

That you have let spew from my heart.

When then,

I can no longer breathe,

And you still wish me dead.

Then I will gaze into oblivion.

Like the soulless,

Like left.

They are breaking my heart.

All of them.

They come into my life,

with a knife,

to my chest.

And they leave a terrible gash.

Where my love for them was bred.

Because God cannot stop them.

From hating me.

Because you always fear what you do not understand.

And that fear,

makes you hate,

what you think may hurt later.

So. . .

he lets them...

lets them hurt me.

What pain is left inside this barren shell?

And leave this one bleeding,

perish,

in her cell.

For the empty voices in your head,

to finish off.

To kill her sanity,

to feast upon the corpse.

And this two,

don't understand.

And turn away from morbid thoughts.

Ignore the fact that she is dying.

And ignore this pain,

you've filled her with.

It doesn't matter,

anymore.

It doesn't matter,

walk away.

It's all you ever do.

She'll be fine the next day...

Only to heal,

and fall again.

Because you do not love her.

Anymore.

You never did.

You've hated her completely.

From the start.

You hated yourself,

so you hated her more.

And as the doors close,

barring her inside the tomb...

Don't look back.

Don't even think back.

Don't care,

don't worry,

don't listen to her far off screams...

Just leave her bleeding,

...in the dark.

Just leave her...

leave her.

~ 06-20-17