Waiting for a Resurrection

Being in a dieing relationship, holding onto the last threads.

I'm the deceptive velvet glove
Covering your Midas Touch

Releasing no branches and doves

Nor gold, from your cold iron fist

I've turned iron to the core

My mind an open sore, for you

We fight despite the silence

And we'll cut off our nose

To spite our face, And now I taste

The bile and venom,

we spit down on our shoes
And in the end, it never matters

There's always a me and you

Captain! We're going down

And there's no life boats on this ship

But still it doesn't matter,

  Because the dead can't die again

Author's Note

I never realized there was so much anger and hurt inside of me. Oh yeah, and can you catch the Modest Mouse references? Anyway, review honestly please. Thank you

Photo Credit: "The Sinking" by New-Book-Smell on DeviantArt

Reviews

[JohnnyMagrinho]

Best part of this one: "Because the dead can't die again."

Perhaps would have been an idea to start with that line. Really do like the imagery but I feel you found your best in other writings. The way you talk about your face, being a one, that was nice.

[$êlvån]

Super sad poem.....theme ws nicely set n u did 100%justice to ur work...it would have been better if i goes bit more longer n deeper because i ws bit shocked that u ended it this short..anyways i'm moved wit this one...

[Mike]

I love the last two stanzas very creative and the comparison to the sinking relationShip very nice