How long was I living, loving your lies?
Pupil of pain—ignorance, my disease.
Kill my hope so I might come out alive.
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My prayers fall like ash; my guilt freezes time.
Ghosts of the past paint nightmares from my dreams—
dreams dreamt while living and loving your lies.
~~~
Did you fall from grace or just bide your time?
Did you believe too, or was I naïve?
Kill my hope so I might come out alive.
~~~
When the sun sojourns and in walks the night,
I’m tempted to tame my bestial grief
for time I spent living, loving your lies.
~~~
Regret is a chainsaw buzzing inside,
its hum offering no rest—no reprieve.
Kill my hope so I might come out alive.
~~~
What I fear the most is where I will hide
when the forest expires ‘neath its leaves
All living and loving, rooted in lies.
Kill my hope, so I might come out alive.
About the Creator
SUEDE the poet
English Teacher by Day. Poet by Scarlight. Tattooed Storyteller. Trying to make beauty out of bruises and meaning out of madness. I write at the intersection of faith, psychology, philosophy, and the human condition.
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