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*I miss posting here; ok, maybe one ka little post wont hurt. . . Am still retired though, lol* SHADOW ON THE SUN (Song Of A Breaking Heart) This stink on me; bad breath and all, my ugly coloured shirt, messed with tears and more; I sit on a broken chair, trying to reminisce. Where did I go wrong? What did I miss? Dry leaves in winter fall in my barren garden; my heart is a field of trauma and burden. Why did I let you go? Why did you leave me? Even though you kissed the lips of another with glee, I still miss your lips on mine, these cracked ones, I miss how well you painted my house. Bottles on the floor, liqour is a poison, but its the only friend I have giving me a sober option. My best friend is dead, my lover left; my family I forsook, my chances of living are halved. God, look down please. Cant you see a darkness? A smerge of filth upon your earth and precious. Everyone turned their backs on me, you too. All because I seem to have listened to love like a fool. Bad choices linger in my past, my mind; smelly shoes and wet clothes, I stare like am blind, into the morning sunrise, into a broken mirror, wondering how a tramp quit being a winner. I gave my whole to a beautiful woman, but I only did so for some other man. I forgot about family and friends quickly, now am lost in limbo because they also forgot me. The stench in my pants, the growl in my belly, am a former superior man whos become a pity. As I watch a video of her new wedding I cry, silently staring dead at my bloody Tv, asking why. Why did I let her go? Why did she leave? I guess only God knows why I grieve, but he should know I hate here this earth and life. I find comfort in watching blood ooze by a knife; my own wrists, my own pain is my pillow. As my life becomes distinct as the black widow. I want to marry death now, he is the only one close. He tells me stories and listens to me when a tear falls. He touches me now and again; nobody cares, and I hope wherever they are their victory flares. God, just take me or smite me, your lost son, for my existence is just as dramatic as a shadow on the sun.
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 04:39:12 +0000

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