Thanks For NothingA Poem by Trinity Grace
A set of freestyle-based lyrics that I have wrote recently, based off of an ex.
Numb to the first incision
I was blinded with a hopeful vision
Dazed, so amazed.
Pinning back the thick layer of flesh
A brand new environment, emotion, so fresh
Best, before the test.
Gliding your hand into the crimson wound
Snap one... snap two
The slight tension made my head swoon
Snap three... snap four.
This feels stronger than before.
Cracking ribs all around my cage
Using her eyes as the perfect set stage
Crooked smile of a narcissistic devil
Such anger for a girl of her level
You've made a path to make your way through
Sensing your intentions, I don't know what to do
Mind full of love
Veins full of fear
You pick at em'
Leaving them sheer
Cords fall limp, I fill with regret
Since our day one, you've had your moves set
Grip tightened on the beating structure
I'm clenching teeth as your nails make puncture
I've got no crutch, no clutch, all the such
You're too good at this, feels like you've done it before
It's amazing what goes wrong when you want to explore
Get all of the good assumptions, shoved back at your door-
-Step back to your old pattern
I've set fire to your letters and laughed as they burned-
-in the air, what you do isn't fair, not that you have cared.
As your endeavor advances, my muscles are tight
You ripped my core right out into my sight
Right out of my chest, look at this mess
A mess that you can't clean up
You can replace the carpet but the wood is still stained
Left detained, refrained
Torn and tattered
Refreshing to know that what was great has all shattered
My heart is still in your hand
You grin as you look down
If I had the strength, right then, right there
'Could have made that a frown
Poking and provoking, wasn't good enough
Pulling out words, sharp as blades
You chose to play rough.
Faces splattered with my reddened matter
Listen around, hear their mimical chatter
All of the promises you've made were just insincere flatter
Now you're done?
I could have swore you were just having fun
You ripped me apart
I won't let it ever happen again
And you have the nerve to say that you want to be my friend
Delayed tears now race down like rivers
As you glue my life back in
You've made this all out to be just a round
In the game of operation.
© 2010 Trinity Grace