a heart of stone; about death

a heart of stone
can heal no soul
nor can it be understood
when one can only sink further
burn these wings for which i shall
never fly & feel
liar is your designer
you never were deeper
deceiving is the answer
for all that matter(s)
for nothing you’d share
something you’d care
about

05.19.09

About death…

death is only granted to those who’ve learned enough from life.
if you do not die, it means you still have something to learn [about]
if you kill yourself, and are not ready to die, you’ll end up haunting living people.

05.24.09

promises

Remove the traitor from my chest
Hurry, before it’s too late
Before I feel
Before I need..
I’m screaming.. drowning in the mirror
Of my perception
Tired.. so drained.

I have given everything .. every single ounce in my body I have given to you. Every drop of blood I sweat for you.

I made you bleed. I hit you, because it was enough. I had enough. I couldn’t.. let you.. again.. no.. not again.. I don’t want.. another bullet to go through my chest.
I want my armor back. I want my STRENGHT back
You fucking thief!

You fucking asshole… fucking.. traitor. liar.. promises.. never held .. always.. treated me..
Too much I endured for too little I had back in return.

And.. I loved you.. but I need to RIP the traitor from my SKIN. Take that knife, and finish the work, would you?

I want you to know.
What you did to me
I hope you’re fucking happy, now.
I hope you’re fucking DEAD, now
I want you to hurt, like you hurt me

Taste your own medicine
See the blood in your hands?
That’s me… was me.. in you.. in me.. forever..

Though I had you. How come we used to think we’d belong to each other forever? How come .. you made me hate you?.. Feel numb for you?..

Tried to save you.. but you don’t even want to save yourself! Old story, but new pain.. I had to know you. I have to go back to that. Being ripped apart.. watch yourself carefully in the mirror.. ‘coz I’m gonna be right next to you..

May 18th, 2008
Québec
For the one I gave everything for.

monster

With a slice
Of life
I might
Be able to fight
The evil inside
Of me
The evil that never
Feared the reaper
I wish that your absolute
Become obsolete
I wish that your clash
End up with a flash
Like my life
Like I might
This poetry
Has now got the best of me
I can only be
Like you wanted me to be
The monster in me
The monster you see !

From the archives of 2006.