In My Garden of Sour Grapes
In my garden of sour grapes, there is a girl with broken cries
Shattered dreams like splinters of glass, mixed with the blood of lies
She speaks to me, walks next to me, only on four
Searching, like my shadow unable, but sore
She was destined to be mine, a broken reflection
In the garden of self reflection and mutilation
She screams in my head words I can’t comprehend
About a heart broken by the night, unable to mend
She walks, behind me, never in front
Her cries are those of a knife old and blunt
Only she is timid, broken by the burden of despair
Occasionally I would see her gasping for air
Her view only triggers a sigh
I see her with the corner of my eye
She is all on four, lagging
In times she would look at me hoping
I would love to know more about her burden
Yet with her no word will ever be spoken
So I wonder, deep inside what tomorrow holds for her
Is there a grain of hope, or more of despair?
Is she my self-repressed past, or my bleak future?
Is she the heavenly weapon bestowed of torture?
Will I ever reach out for that chain around her neck?
Or will the scavengers, on her open wounds peck?
In my garden of sour grapes she walks
As a partial shadow of my memory she stalks
I demand to be left alone, yet she persists
I try to break free, yet she resists
Tonight, the barriers between our worlds will be broken
And finally, the forbidden words will be spoken
“Tell me now oh broken spirit why do you haunt me?”
Are you here to break me, if not why won’t you let me break free?
Tonight the light shines within your dark eyes
Only to promise a world of sighs and demise
So tonight for once I surrender to the girl in my garden
Tonight, I leave my heart unshielded for it to be broken
I believe the dark magic descends tonight
For us to end this fight or fright
Only tonight my heart will be suspended
And it will be left scarred though unintended
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