You Are Emerica The Story
A Poem With In A Story
Just before the sun comes up it has been my habit for quite sometime to go down to the beach and sit in the quiet. I like to sit with my toes dug into the wet sand while the waves gently roll over my feet. This is my time, where nothing really matters.
The sun only has one eye open, so I have peace all to myself.
Today is different though. I am trying hard not to think. Thinking is dangerous, doing so may cause my mind to implode. I just can't believe how I allowed this to happen. How could I have fallen so fast and hard, only to find out it was all a lie. Everything is going in slow motion.
Your growth is slow, you sneak up on a person and slowly take
control before a person knows what hits them.
And inside my chest is filled with smoke.
After two years of being smoke free,
you have caused me to buy a pack of cigarettes
Oh my gosh, why couldn't I have fallen for guy out of Twilight or something?
He might be able to drain my heart dry but at least he would have glamored
me first before finishing me off,
and made me like it!
But no, I had to fall for someone like you, and the inside of your mouth is full of coal. Every time you open your mouth you lie. Dirty dirty little hands pulling me off this immaculate plan, you know the one.
buying a house,
having a baby,
all the things most people want in life.
You are replacing me with trivia and another bad habit.
Breathing, you shouldn't be allowed the privilege.Well,
that's enough of feeling sorry for myself.
I need a plan of action.
All my life Ihave heard
"What doesn't kill ya only makes ya stronger.
"So how do I go about showing you just how strong I can be?
Gun shells and
finger nails ,
I could go buy a gun,
or maybe I could rip out
your finger nails.
You have broken all
the rules of humanity.
Maybe I could
Just buy a hammer. It may not be realistic, but it is thought provoking.I have never in my life had such violent thoughts. It is really quite shocking, but I kinda like it.Maybe I will write a book and call it "The New Way To Heal". I bet I could make a fortune telling women how to get over men like you. Lies, what is the point? I really would like to repay you in some way. how about I cut out your silver tongue, hang you from a balcony after forcing you to drink battery acid, where everyone see's you and your ripped open sides,
Along with ..
Exposed corrosion's of the organs. Plucking dreams from trusting hearts and creating murderous hearts. I can see you and men like you as skeletons, skin torn open and ripped apart, melted then turned to sin, grind-ed andbashed into liquid, and then injected, again and again into pig food as a growth hormone.
Ak's and hand grenades would definitely turn you to soup, and I could do it easily enough, and it would be that much easier to stir you right in. I did get good grades in chemistry.Better days turned away, I wasted too much time on you for sure. A quick investment in love is no guarantee for quick pay in return. Well, the sun is opening its other eye.
I better stop
Fantasizing, reality starts at some time a.m. and the boss has no tolerance for being late. When you make your living as a hit man or I guess I should say assassin ,
You can't afford to be
By the A Dear Friend
Inspired By "You Are Emerica" The Poem
By The Awful Poet
- You Are Emerica
Thinking is dangerous, doing so may cause my mind to implode. Your growth is slow, and inside my chest is filled with smoke And the inside of your mouth is full of coal. Dirty dirty little hands pulling me ...