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Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Shriven


That angry scowl on your face
That bitter touch in your embrace
That dismissive air of mild disgust
The inherent joy in your newfound lust

The smell of me you now must hide
My broken face, your obvious pride
These prison walls that once was a home
Filled with the sounds of your whore’s moan

Denied my dignity, stripped of my heart
Expected to be a robot, feelings that stop and start

Blamed for the rage, blamed for the pain
Everything wrong was laced with my name

Never defended myself from the planned coup
I was still too busy fighting for you
So you hated my love surviving the rend
So you needed to show me a hell without end

Take this love and throw it away
Put it down it has no place here today
You silly girl and foolish child
No one loves and my care was mild
You stupid girl and wasteful burden
You were never someone I would defend
You lack of charm and a woman’s grace
Just a boy with a girl’s face
Your company is lacking and your appeal is false
Leaving you was no real loss

Behind the words lived the truth
Never deserved the love that soothed
Fear was to know true joy
Not worthy of a love that was without ploy
Run away before I take from you
All that makes your love so true
I’ll strip your heart, wreck your soul
And then you’ll join me in the cold
Take your smile and laugh away
Nothing worthy here to make you stay
On this pedestal I’ll preserve your grace
No man again will mar the beauty of this face

Trapped in silver, encased in ice
Only she feels the true sacrifice
Away from harm, away from pain
Away from fear, penalty, and blame
On her tower oh so high, she knows no touch, standing apart
Only comfort offered by the waning glow of her dying heart
Far from anything that could reignite the flame
The parts that die out shatter to not even leave pain
An island to herself, so he may atone
She suffers the cold death of being alone
The pedestal of care, built in praise
Will see her hurried to her end of days
Skin like ice, soul slipping away infused with the lie
Knowing the whole time, without the touch of love even the warmest heart will die