I don't know

"My love for you
will never die",
a promise I kept
for you and I.
No matter what
you did to me,
I'd always be
too blind to see
that all your love
and all your lies,
would cause me to
always dispise
your lovely face
and clear blue eyes
that turned out
to be your disguise.
A mask to hide
your hollow ways,
to scam my heart,
produce a haze,
to stop me seeing
what you are
and make me think
you love my heart.
But, deep down,
you want the best
for your own heart,
your head, the rest.
You just don't care
about the cost.
Let me tell you,
go, get lost!
I no longer
need your love.
I have what I need
and more above.
So take your lies
and empty words.
Send them flying
up with the birds.
I don't want to
hear your pleas.
Just thinking of you
makes me freeze.
Go, be gone,
and don't come back.
Knowing you,
you'll still attack.
My sad addiction
to your ways,
what you do,
and what you say,
makes it hard
to cut all ties.
With you, I'll have to
tell some lies.
So, here you go,
you monsterous lout.
I hate you now!
Peace out.

14/02/10

The Last Moment.

As I lay down my head,
I feel the snowflakes;
they caress my face,
melting as soon as they
touch my skin.

I smile at the sensation
of warmth and cold
as it radiates through
my body, tidal waves
of life and death.

I breathe in so deeply,
the scent of pine fills
my lungs, the aroma
overwhelming all of my
senses at once.

The pain in my chest
ebbs and flows as
the waves wash
over me, with each one
more agonising.

I reach into my old coat,
and feel something,
warm and thick: it
oozes from the wound
in my pale skin.

My blood, rich with
iron and life, seeps
through the silk
that covers my skin
so delicately.

I feel the darkness of
death creep closer,
shrouding me,
smothering me like
a down pillow.

The cool air of winter
breathes over me,
chasing the only
heat that still laps
at my heart.

Light filters through
wrapping around me,
filling my heart with
white heat,
drawing me in.

I fight no more. I will
follow the music as it
plays far away in the
distance,
calling me home.

02/02/10

All This Time

After all this time,
you can still understand
anything I think,
anything I do,
anything I feel.

You still know me
as well as you ever did,
how I think,
how I act,
how I feel.

You make me laugh,
like no one else ever could.
Well, I think.
Well, I do.
Well, I feel.

And I knew you
would be back, I know
how you think,
how you act, but
not how you feel.

You never could
tell me how you feel,
what you think
we should do,
how we feel.

But after all this time,
I don't know.
What do you think?

27/01/10