Impulse

Read with a rhythm.

They say: “you are part of the 1 to 4 percent”

but i can’t stop and i won’t stop the deed we both resent

until i’ve thrown it all away and you’ll brush it aside like your daughter doesn’t cry -

but it’s an impulse.

And there’s blood on the floor from the blade in her hand

and it’s hard to remember the facts she can’t stand

as she tightened the lock they said: “he’s but a man” -

but it’s a sickness.

So i tried to forget when i opened my eyes

how there was nothing to save me from the piercing regret

because i denied your love i tried to hide -

but it’s a memory.

Now he sparks another flame and blames it on the demons

but it’s more than apparent she’s nothing but the reason

that the pills will never work, the doctors won’t see him

cuz they’ve tried and they’ve tried but the symptoms won’t subside -

but it’s a sickness.

And they said: “you are part of the 1 to 4 percent”

but i can’t stop and i won’t stop the deed we both resent

until i’ve thrown it all away and you’ll brush it aside like your daughter doesn’t cry -

but it’s an impulse.

Author's Note

This is one of those pieces of writing that I wish I could read aloud for all of you. The depth and meaning behind the words I have laid out for you here stretch deep into the realms of my emotions and my experiences.

Enjoy, and thank you.

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[Chris]

This is where Empathy is not a gift... Some impulses really aren't, we find our "needs" and live the reasons.