Member Rara Avis
Heres to the cold silence,
Slicing, juicing, placing,
My once solid feet upon steady ground.
Shall I rip your ego,
To edible shreds now,
And trample your emotions,
On the floor of the other side?
I think on us then,
And wish I'd had the creativity,
Or at least the sheer guts,
To bounce your head upon the walls,
As you did mine so many nights.
I'd take that guitar,
You handled so like a woman,
And pluck out those chords,
On which played you your lies,
Through nights of endless and meaningless chatter.
I wonder when you weren't scewing me,
Did your instrument provide you,
With subsitutions effiently?
You with your childish notions,
And dreams of going somewhere one day,
While one day after day passed you by,
And I grew stronger yet further away,
Day by heartwrenching day.
I'll always remember your dramatic acts,
One night of taking a kitchen knife,
And placing at your heart while I yelled.
I'll remember the sheer delight I took,
In your being so small and pathetic,
All the while praying you would do it,
So I would never take the temptation myself.
So many time I wanted,
You to slice out your very heart,
And rest it on the ground before me,
In apologetic offering for ever raising,
You malicious hands.
The things you done to keep me there.
Ohh..My dear I should have killed you then.
When I had so many chances in your
Artificially induced stupors.
Would you have taken it as calmly,
With the relaxation those little trips,
Forced on your weak and wounded soul?
I would have put my foot down,
And sliced you to bits,
Had I not had some damnable kindness,
Drawing my conscious back from the edge.
To think you still talk of me,
As some martyr for kindness,
And whine about how you wish things could have been better.
I'd spit in your face now if I could.
And flaunt my newfound strength in front,
Of your sorrowful and regretful eyes.
No woman would ever have you again,
If I were there first to fill her in.
I'll always be lurking around,
In the corners of your mind.
The one you though you had beaten,
And silenced with your pitiful wrath,
Of mother-done-me-wrong residual anger.
Turn away now,
And I'll be the name,
That forever steals your breath,
In the nightmares and memories,
Of your meaningless life.
Go and proclaim your love for me if you must.
But be aware that I will only laugh.
Casting you into the bitterness,
Which settles deep in my thoughts.
Secretly I'll always wish I could have silenced you.
Killing your will first,
And your useless body last.