Paradox of Thrift [poem]
Faith says : ~faith is the girl in the poem
They say it takes time to love to trust
Yet in this short while I’ve learned to lust
Was it destiny, faith or just a game?
Was it me that you whom i have to blame?
You were created to love then hate me
To break me to shatter me
FIEND LET ME BE!
All I saw was your world and mine crumble
As the beauty of heaven turns to rumble
You toyed with me and claimed me for a night
Then you walked scattering the only ray of light
You said you were not cut out for this
And everything we had was temporary bliss~~
You lusted to see me crumble out of my grief
To watch my body burn, to your relief
DID YOU NOT?
Did you pray to GOD to watch me shatter
Ember to inferno everything that matters
Was I wrong to love you dear?
Were you burning inside to see my tears?
So eager to watch me realize my fears?
You walked away with the only thing I hold dear
You stole my heart and walked away
Left me to burn, my ashes to be blown away
You left me broken
With no word spoken
Blind and bleeding,
Dying , and soaring~
Damon speaks to Faith saying
Let me be the object of your hate
Let me be the hand driven by hate
If I could project yourself hatred towards me
Then perhaps you might want to live free
By that you think I am twisted and manipulative
But only after something major and destructive
You will learn to see the beauty of life
And learn to discard that knife!
So hate me now for I shattered your crystal ball
Yet channel that hate to stand up after you crawl
Let me be the villain in this little tale of ours
Let me be the subject of your curses on praying hours
Let me be the demon, the manipulative fiend
At least let your hate for me breed
Inner power that will give you existence
Hate that will spell out vengeance”
IF hate carves your will to live let it be,
Love yourself curse and hate me
I am the sacrificial pawn of your chess game
I am your love, the one to harness the blame
If you hate me then love your reflection
Instead of this self caused mutilation
Hate me, till death do us part
Yet, I loved you all from the start
I AM WILL ALWAYS BE
Faithful can't you see?
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