Post by thewickedend23 on Apr 25, 2013 14:41:12 GMT -5
The Succubus VS the Weak-Willed Gentleman
I hate that I keep crawling back to the sacred thoughts you seem to lack. That sanctuary we once constructed: A haven of serenity; has crumbled away into ruins because of mass perplexity. You led me on which was not right. I had a blight of insight shed a skin of sorrow. I turned away from tomorrow and that brand new sound rings hollow. Moving forward each and every day, with my feet tied together like the stem of a cherry, feeling alone, scary, and daring; waning a weeping wallow without constraint. I'm about to faint from the lack therefore of comfort. I'm sun-burnt from staring at the moon and thinking of you. I have no clue about what to do or where to turn. I've been burned in a lake of fire. I’m not a liar and I acquire nothing, but loving. Something I know you can’t give because you don’t want to live. I thrive off that kinda shit, but you just don’t get this limit I’ve reached. I’m over-encumbered: Hands down; on my knees. This stress is breaking my back and I can’t relax. I try to turn and hide; I feel so alive… But you just don’t have the time. I’m just unrecognized. There’s almost no way to describe the emotions I’ve contrived. I feel absent on the inside and I don’t know why or what to change that will cause things to go my way. My sentiment is shattered and nothing matters anymore I can’t even say this will ever go away. At least it’s something other than nothing, however nothing sounds too perfect. For me to disappear in an instance would make me content with the distance between us. For me to become nothing once again would make me win although it’s selfish I can’t help, but I still think of it. It’s all too much and life just sucks… The people just f*** and f*** and then duck underneath the explosion of tension and emotion; turning away with abandonment. I can’t even fathom it… Who would imagine it? I don’t understand shit. The human mind confuses me. I’m tripping over and over again off my feet. Stumbling towards another soul who has a heart like myself. They all just put it on a shelf and forget about their health. As if it matters in the end, because life is too short for just about anyone to comprehend the end starting with a beginning of pure soul exchange: An essence of lessons that has swapped tears and fears of comfort for shame and dissolution. A consecration of madness tangles all the lasses and their asses that get around and know it all. It’s all molasses and I can’t even think straight or concentrate on a different option. They’re all not stopping for a single rest; but just divin’ head first into a shark tank because they thought it was filled with gold; emerging from the depth to behold a torn out heart that wasn’t actually there from the start. I retort and snort a line of emptiness that poured out of my mind and soul which existed only the past couple years and I fear it will never disappear and seer an image into my thoughts as I try to unwind, but these lines and slant-rhymes keep time at a standstill. I’m sinking into a bottomless anthill while this entire time I’ve been thinking myself into a rampage, you’ve probably went along unscathed and alone; un-noticing all these signs lighted up by neon pixels. I just want it to go back to how it was when we went with the flow, but your bein’ a hoe to me and I just want to see and hold you one last time because you blacked my eyes out over the phone and you don’t even know how ridiculous this is; it’s such piss. I can’t miss what we used to have because you ended it so bad. I thought you still wanted to be friends? I know you just want to appear as the hero while I die as the villain. Fresh news honey: You’re the kingpin of a drug ring that sells chemicals that make people sing, but this has caused me to fling my very well being into a pool of filth on the ground in compound fragments and now I can’t even stand the sound. I can never forgive you and you probably cannot forgive yourself, but think about how hard I tried to be there for you through the thick and the thin. You just wanted to win, regardless of how you constantly made me think it was gonna happen between us, but you were just pretending because you grew younger in maturity and couldn’t handle the pressure and abandoned me here alone and cold; all by myself. While I shiver in loneliness, I will never miss what you did to me and now you can’t even see after all this crap you’ve put me through, I still want to be with you and I don’t know why. I guess I’m a very strange guy, but you just deny because you say you’ve changed, but so have I. You don’t even know… You never knew; even after I took the time to love and accept you for everything you wept for and kept from me, I didn’t care because you are you and we were together underneath the good and bad weather. I still took the time, no matter how long or hard it was, to get to know you and love and accept you in every way, shape, and form. You built up a wall of shame and lies about how you loved me, but you never knew why… You will probably never know why because you say you’ve changed while I stayed the same save growing older and wiser; while you have become higher on a list of how highly you think of yourself and you probably see it all from the opposite way, while my perspective seems fray. But in all honesty, you never knew me and I guess you never will and you won’t even care in the end or turn back to me because you lost faith in us while I still trusted you, but you just kept me in the dark and I feel like a fool for ever loving you and especially for still loving you right now no matter how much grief you’ve put me through. There is nothing I can do… It’s so disappointing that you never really knew a single thing about me because you were selfish and didn’t give a rat’s ass about me or what I’m capable of; while I embraced, held, and comforted you the whole way, you just shoved me to the side and worried all about yourself and always cried about how you hated yourself because apparently the whole universe revolves around your head and everything else not directly affecting your mind is dead to you unless it involves yourself. You’re just like all the rest. I, on the other hand, was willing to sacrifice and be there for you, while you balled your eyes out about over-rated and pointless things like your outside appearance. You never even took the time to meet the real me. I always had put you first, while you always put yourself first. Time to grow up baby-face… It’s such a disgrace you can stand on two legs and forget the best while giving the cold shoulder in return. It’s because you’re really just uncomfortable with how the world is. I’ve always looked up at the sun and stars to you, while you buried me in the snow and you don’t even know where to go now. I can honestly bring up the simplest things to you dear and that I guarantee and fear you won’t know the correct answer. You never knew who I was till you were gone and I regret ever telling you and letting you in so close, but still you can’t even show a sign of intelligence throughout all your remembrance for me because you didn’t care enough and were selfish. Maybe one day, you’ll grow up to see that I been here the entire time wanting to be with you. I don’t even know how I can insult and proclaim my love for you at the same time in this single poem. It’s like a crime and I hate that I think about it all the time. I really tried to move on and forget and although I actually did; those few months didn’t last because you eventually came back as a simple, yet far too complex thought discombobulating my very sanity. You always come back to my thoughts, for which I lack a way to end this. In my dreams you gleam and deceive me until I wake up into this hell, hating myself for how I still want you so badly regardless of how mad, lonely, and sad you make me; my mind re-directs impulses in signs leading to the thought of you every time. I hate that this happens; it’s become sublime. I love you so dearly, yet despise the very idea of you at the same time and I can’t help it. I even hate that I have an urge to write this out in an un-structured poem of expressions and malcontent… “I love you for not being there for me… Ever.” How awful does that sound?
I hate that I keep crawling back to the sacred thoughts you seem to lack. That sanctuary we once constructed: A haven of serenity; has crumbled away into ruins because of mass perplexity. You led me on which was not right. I had a blight of insight shed a skin of sorrow. I turned away from tomorrow and that brand new sound rings hollow. Moving forward each and every day, with my feet tied together like the stem of a cherry, feeling alone, scary, and daring; waning a weeping wallow without constraint. I'm about to faint from the lack therefore of comfort. I'm sun-burnt from staring at the moon and thinking of you. I have no clue about what to do or where to turn. I've been burned in a lake of fire. I’m not a liar and I acquire nothing, but loving. Something I know you can’t give because you don’t want to live. I thrive off that kinda shit, but you just don’t get this limit I’ve reached. I’m over-encumbered: Hands down; on my knees. This stress is breaking my back and I can’t relax. I try to turn and hide; I feel so alive… But you just don’t have the time. I’m just unrecognized. There’s almost no way to describe the emotions I’ve contrived. I feel absent on the inside and I don’t know why or what to change that will cause things to go my way. My sentiment is shattered and nothing matters anymore I can’t even say this will ever go away. At least it’s something other than nothing, however nothing sounds too perfect. For me to disappear in an instance would make me content with the distance between us. For me to become nothing once again would make me win although it’s selfish I can’t help, but I still think of it. It’s all too much and life just sucks… The people just f*** and f*** and then duck underneath the explosion of tension and emotion; turning away with abandonment. I can’t even fathom it… Who would imagine it? I don’t understand shit. The human mind confuses me. I’m tripping over and over again off my feet. Stumbling towards another soul who has a heart like myself. They all just put it on a shelf and forget about their health. As if it matters in the end, because life is too short for just about anyone to comprehend the end starting with a beginning of pure soul exchange: An essence of lessons that has swapped tears and fears of comfort for shame and dissolution. A consecration of madness tangles all the lasses and their asses that get around and know it all. It’s all molasses and I can’t even think straight or concentrate on a different option. They’re all not stopping for a single rest; but just divin’ head first into a shark tank because they thought it was filled with gold; emerging from the depth to behold a torn out heart that wasn’t actually there from the start. I retort and snort a line of emptiness that poured out of my mind and soul which existed only the past couple years and I fear it will never disappear and seer an image into my thoughts as I try to unwind, but these lines and slant-rhymes keep time at a standstill. I’m sinking into a bottomless anthill while this entire time I’ve been thinking myself into a rampage, you’ve probably went along unscathed and alone; un-noticing all these signs lighted up by neon pixels. I just want it to go back to how it was when we went with the flow, but your bein’ a hoe to me and I just want to see and hold you one last time because you blacked my eyes out over the phone and you don’t even know how ridiculous this is; it’s such piss. I can’t miss what we used to have because you ended it so bad. I thought you still wanted to be friends? I know you just want to appear as the hero while I die as the villain. Fresh news honey: You’re the kingpin of a drug ring that sells chemicals that make people sing, but this has caused me to fling my very well being into a pool of filth on the ground in compound fragments and now I can’t even stand the sound. I can never forgive you and you probably cannot forgive yourself, but think about how hard I tried to be there for you through the thick and the thin. You just wanted to win, regardless of how you constantly made me think it was gonna happen between us, but you were just pretending because you grew younger in maturity and couldn’t handle the pressure and abandoned me here alone and cold; all by myself. While I shiver in loneliness, I will never miss what you did to me and now you can’t even see after all this crap you’ve put me through, I still want to be with you and I don’t know why. I guess I’m a very strange guy, but you just deny because you say you’ve changed, but so have I. You don’t even know… You never knew; even after I took the time to love and accept you for everything you wept for and kept from me, I didn’t care because you are you and we were together underneath the good and bad weather. I still took the time, no matter how long or hard it was, to get to know you and love and accept you in every way, shape, and form. You built up a wall of shame and lies about how you loved me, but you never knew why… You will probably never know why because you say you’ve changed while I stayed the same save growing older and wiser; while you have become higher on a list of how highly you think of yourself and you probably see it all from the opposite way, while my perspective seems fray. But in all honesty, you never knew me and I guess you never will and you won’t even care in the end or turn back to me because you lost faith in us while I still trusted you, but you just kept me in the dark and I feel like a fool for ever loving you and especially for still loving you right now no matter how much grief you’ve put me through. There is nothing I can do… It’s so disappointing that you never really knew a single thing about me because you were selfish and didn’t give a rat’s ass about me or what I’m capable of; while I embraced, held, and comforted you the whole way, you just shoved me to the side and worried all about yourself and always cried about how you hated yourself because apparently the whole universe revolves around your head and everything else not directly affecting your mind is dead to you unless it involves yourself. You’re just like all the rest. I, on the other hand, was willing to sacrifice and be there for you, while you balled your eyes out about over-rated and pointless things like your outside appearance. You never even took the time to meet the real me. I always had put you first, while you always put yourself first. Time to grow up baby-face… It’s such a disgrace you can stand on two legs and forget the best while giving the cold shoulder in return. It’s because you’re really just uncomfortable with how the world is. I’ve always looked up at the sun and stars to you, while you buried me in the snow and you don’t even know where to go now. I can honestly bring up the simplest things to you dear and that I guarantee and fear you won’t know the correct answer. You never knew who I was till you were gone and I regret ever telling you and letting you in so close, but still you can’t even show a sign of intelligence throughout all your remembrance for me because you didn’t care enough and were selfish. Maybe one day, you’ll grow up to see that I been here the entire time wanting to be with you. I don’t even know how I can insult and proclaim my love for you at the same time in this single poem. It’s like a crime and I hate that I think about it all the time. I really tried to move on and forget and although I actually did; those few months didn’t last because you eventually came back as a simple, yet far too complex thought discombobulating my very sanity. You always come back to my thoughts, for which I lack a way to end this. In my dreams you gleam and deceive me until I wake up into this hell, hating myself for how I still want you so badly regardless of how mad, lonely, and sad you make me; my mind re-directs impulses in signs leading to the thought of you every time. I hate that this happens; it’s become sublime. I love you so dearly, yet despise the very idea of you at the same time and I can’t help it. I even hate that I have an urge to write this out in an un-structured poem of expressions and malcontent… “I love you for not being there for me… Ever.” How awful does that sound?