Dis
Cold old world of mine, I love you still.
I gave you a piece of my soul to see, and you destroyed more than I gave you, you even brought those broken pieces back to me to see. My peace of mind, my sacred place in time taken away from me. My life, my timeline destroyed through this difficulty. I never revealed myself to you like this, you cold World that now knows me well. I hate the fact that I trusted your florescent smells and your big blue skies now filled with denial. My wonderful butterflies, all now caterpillars again. My beautiful soul still yearns for you within. If it is that I leave my well known comfort cocoon again, will I be left in the cold old dark piece of betrayal you have hidden in the palms of your big loveless hands made out of gold and silver to attract visitors to stay for as long as you need them? I am done with this world, this cold broken piece of wood ready to stab me in my red rotting wounds of betrayal I now own. The lifeless soul I have left to live with and fix. They say one day at a time. I feel one lifetime in forever because wounds never heal they just hide behind those door we leave them. Waiting to taunt the dead soul you’re left to live with. Memories untold, blood on the floor of your heart’s inner rooms now flow like rivers in the dark night you were told to take the knife and stab yourself in the back.
