WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU
They say that what doesn't kill you,
Only makes you stronger.
I can attest such words are true,
By love living no longer.
I walked this darkened path of guilt,
Bearing your cross of shame.
Mocked in every emotion felt,
For belief in your name.
Your promises to nurture me,
The mending of my pain.
All merely a fallacy
Of hope given disdain.
A web you spun with silken craft,
Mesmerizing your prey.
With smiling eyes that loved and laughed,
Then quickly looked away.
A heart of gold come with a price
No man could ever pay.
Flailing, now, helpless sacrifice,
The vultures smile today.
Yes, feed on me! Yes, bleed my soul!
Then crawl off to your cave.
Spin your next victim a bed roll,
And lure Love to it's grave.
While by flesh ripped, all have a taste,
But, lo, I gain their strength.
Healing ten fold your cast of waste
That love I may at length.
Nay, don't look back to carnage passed,
Lest greed take the whoremonger!
For stifling eyes won't sympathize,
And it's clear now who's stronger!
For all behind was dark and drear,
And all before was night and fear.
How many hours of night or day
In those suspended pangs I lay,
I could not tell; I scarcely knew
If this were human breath I drew.