As breath on a window

[brandnewmessiah]

What lies in the fog of sin and rapture
With dilated pupils the dark eyes follow me
Waiting upon my soul, it’s wish to capture
An aura of black I give to thee

A gift from the hell inside my mind
Pretty is the package, fake is the thought
Constantly pausing I can’t rewind
Won’t let me erase the pain that haunts

Cold comes the fist upon my face
A bruised ego is nothing but all for show
Death has a way of taking it’s place
Crystallizing as breath on a window

And I trace a heart so weak it’s see-through
Then sadness smudges what was my tears
I cry amongst the lies I thought were true
The shit they fed me through the years

No I’m not special except as a dead horse
That they kicked repeatedly until I was numb
You created this hatred without any remorse
Mistaking silence for being dumb

In a rush comes the blood upon my tongue
That I spit in your direction and now you know
I’m no longer afraid of what you’ve done
And my vengeance will crystallize as breath on a window

[dawness]

soul--wrecking, brands....

Death has a way of taking it’s place
Crystallizing as breath on a window

[anirbas]

Never saw a dead horse kick so beautifully hard as this...
Perhaps it's the maggots laid within creating all this poetical liveliness...LOL...

Empowering, powerfully gritty, darkly gorgeous poeming, as always, M'siah.

Sabrina.