StilettosSwitchblades's blog: "Writing"

This one's also about an ex.. this was a guy who constantly pushed people away, who he cared for and cared for him, because he had some twisted belief that strength came in solitude.. I don't know what he thought the reward would be for keeping his guard up, but you can bet he expected one. Stare at this mess any longer, and it just might lose its shape again Picasso's touch abreast surrealist lust For the gospel amidst the obscene 6 dozen feelings crossbred together What a beautiful shade of despair Arrogance in animus, lush for better prospect Foul breath on virgin air Any path to take, but weakened warriors break And every attempt bares unique toll Though unyielding struggle to piece them together Even harsher neglect to beget a whole Caught in caloused, abashed dilusions Self made, unescaped illusions Beckoned by the unnamed, untamed Unreal slaughter of truth Across a bridge of deceit At the end when we meet The lies will cease And you'll face your beast At the end of the war, the blood and the scars Embrace your grail and open the jar Are you surprised at what resided In the vessel all this time Your prize is your lies Your guise, your rise 3 fold on the their cries Your decay, your demise

Since this is my first blog, I should forewarn you, my writing style is unorganized and rambling. If you need structure, read no further. This one's about an ex I lived with, when we first broke up. Not applicable anymore though, we're friends. :) I was warned, I was told I deserved more than you I yearn just to turn away from the pain Burn the gates to this hell I feel So I might in turn be able to heal And forget about love There's nothing in it for me Nothing more that I need Oh lord I can see It's not in the cards Just ask my scars They tell of the battles Every damn one I faced And they'll tell of the wounds I've been forced to embrace I've become such the fighter That I suppose was my plan But I reject, I refuse I'm too sick to stand This wasteland, this hole It echos my soul Empty and hollow, It cries It dies, the lies, they always come But faith is a bitch, I wish I could end it I wish I were hopeless, I'd stop pretending That I don't care That I think it's fair This hand I've been dealt, I DON'T I won't, I won't, but what is weak To give in to the plan or suffer defeat? Or are they one in the same, all part of the game The twisted whips and chains of fate I HATE You and everything you stand for But I think I just might hate me more Where did it start and where does it END Don't break, just bend Like the leaves of a palm Pray for me, speak me a psalm With your wasted words Of a better tomorrow Do you attribute this sorrow To the stars and the makings of fate? You leave me in the hands of your so called destiny To spit on me and fuel my hate The bitter revolt of change, that's my game The yellow brick road's always been black in my eyes Silent Hill, it's nothing but ashes Wasted and worthless, bruises and gashes Stake me, make me WHOLE Help me, save me, Leave me ALONE I won't be the fool I don't need you Alone is when I'm most at home Despite my strain to keep things sane To love in vain, to scorch this pain My jesus is my solitude I supposed.. (undisclosed) I'm very much the same as you