Poison Mistletoe
An older poetry ive created. Gothic when i was alone for christmas, when i had everything i could ever wanted for the previous year from that poem. That day was really one of my loneliness almost solitude moments of heartbreak.
12/25/11
So many memories on this day.
I think of you know, it reopens my scars that it bleeds in screams that claws through the stars hidden underneath the morning's suns.
Who knew these dead memories becomes zombies and devour my thoughts, taunts my quivering heart like a vampire, slowly draining my youth.
Such memories that which digs it's jaws deep in my flesh and turns me into like a heartless creature uncontrollable and incapable to stop my inner wrath of tormented chaos like a werewolf's bite on this bloody full moon only which my eyes can see, and my cries are howls of the night.
My memories becomes tomorrow's torment, broken promises, the false love, the old bruises and all the pain to finish me off.
My toxic loves of bloodiest nightmares as I stand on which the same day I used to have everything, now I found that I've lost everything, by being alone.
I grieve for you once more, as do for all who I fell for, past, future and present. It seems no matter who I fall for, I'm never good enough, so on this the next day forth, I am officially giving up on this such a thing called love.
Cutting it off before love that I cannot reach, kills me like the plague.
2011 © Mana Roselani