Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Our Self-Made Tragedy

We try act happy over the snow you brought me
But I can tell from the fake smile on your face
It's only rain
So when we lock ourselves up in ice
We only have each other for warmth
And only each other to blame
But I keep my anger and frustration close in tight
Because it's all you won't steal from me
Come sleep, come sleep all day
I'll be running, far away
Nothing's as good as you (or as painful)
You look so blue
Freezing in your own rain
Shower us in your numbing pain
Come on, please let a cliche come between us
And block out the scent of the cold kerosene
The flammable substances wrapped in slush
The car hits, as the audience hushes
People stare, our life rushes
Rushing through the motions of this never-ending dream
Have we broken up again, I can never tell
Because if we have or if we haven't you keep nailing shut my coffin
But if you say it makes you happy
You're either a liar or a sadist
My diary lies unused
Because to stop myself from being a failure every day
I swallow the ink from my pen
You're my only regret and my biggest mistake
And all I need is someone
Who looks, acts and thinks nothing like you
The man with the shotgun killed the cat
And the world's best secret is that you cut out my heart
And keep it in a hat, hung up in your closet
You couldn't even hide it well, because the part of me that loves
Isn't what you value, or want to keep around
Take that

[part two]

I'm keeping quiet
Not even breathing
Let no one know I'm here
Angel, demon or woman
I don't know which I fear
Staring up at the lid of my coffin
Feeling the words you carved there, and the luscious dark wood
And the thick air
Hiding underground, where you put me
And where you'll leave me be
Sometime I'll just stop breathing
And I hope you choke on the cool night air
Let your conscience fasten itself around your neck
I'll gladly watch you sink and choke
If only to have the hurt laid bare

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow, I really love that. I write poetry as well, but yours is probably considerably better. :)

Walter said...

Thanks. Well, I don't know about that! Who knows, maybe your poetry is infinitely better than mine. Or, something you have to remember is this; what is good is in the eye of the beholder. There's probably someone who'd love your poetry and hate mine, and vice versa. <8) But thanks again.