A Fair Warning

Written for someone who doesn't even know who he is - in the most existential way possible.

This one’s for you, pal…

 

 

I can’t fathom that I hate everything you are

Because in truth I can’t fathom you

But I can look through the mirror; through the fog

And I can see your ugly, tainted reflection

You’re that sickening, rotting shell

That I used to be

Before I broke free; before I blossomed

Clawing, scraping – dirt beneath your nails

Trying to hold on

To what you think is life and what you think

Is love

When in reality, you’re just clawing at the ceiling of

Your cold grave – and that’s the simple truth, brother

But you can’t very well see what the truth is

Because she spat her venom into your eyes

Made you blind with her toxins

And what’s what is that you let her

Get away it – run away with the greater part of

Your weak, little soul

And what’s left thereafter isn’t going to be enough to sustain you

Keep you whole, keep you sane

Once she shatters you completely - like that filthy mirror

That I look through everyday

So heed me well, brother

Because the Ides aren’t so make-believe

And she’ll be coming soon for you

 

Though I’m sure that’s exactly what you want to hear

But brother, you’d better stay sharp

And never turn your back, because

She’ll get down on her knees for you

She’ll give you everything you want

Be your lover, your w***e

Your one and only

But you had better beware of her teeth

Her fangs

When they sink into your skin

When they draw your blood

You’ll be bound and gagged; chained up

Just like all the other pitiful souls

Who’ve been ensnared

In her twisted labyrinth of cause

 

So heed my warning

Take to your feet, brother

Run to the hills

For it’s darkest just ‘fore the dawn

But the sun never rises again

Reviews

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

these words come at me, like a bullet
in slow motion yet high velocity,
the "hey pal" and how you talk to him
telling him, the girl is a w***e, but in reality
she loves him, or does she since she makes him
her slave to her every whim, great work, ---mishel

[Larissa G.]

Huh. Wow. Quite a lengthy bit of emotion directed at this unnamed person of yours. :)
I think it might be a little long, but the ending is a great line going against an uplifting statement. Bold indeed.
Keep writing. :)