Blood On Your HandsA Poem by Adam Jordan TurnerJust a few wordsI was still a child, only a boy 18 and fresh, oh!, what a joy In the "big 'ol city!" my brand new toy Leaving my mark, making my noise
Finding myself, surely but slowly keeping in tact with the constant flowing The constant going, the constant showing The constant rage, and the constant Knowing
And still, a child, worse, one who knew it all One who didn't know to get up when he falls So he'd fall once, he'd fall twice He'd fall for falling the rest of his life
Until he fell into you
You've had your falls, you've had your fails. You've poured your wine, you've told your tales. I imagine you now tell tales of me, maybe you simply cut my scene. Nonetheless, I have my tales of you, of the shameful fate you helped me to. The painful days you set in my way, the painful truth you caused me to face.
You made your flirt You made your hurt You made my day But made me pay You made me feel damaged and destroyed You made my amibitions instantly void You made me, "18! A Brand New Toy!" In one night you forever stole my joy In one night, I'm no longer a boy Not yet, a man, like you, 17 my senior In control of a boy who couldn't be keener
Until I met you I was only a boy
You welcomed me in with your sickening grin Presenting me my wine You beconed to me, stern and neat All at the same time You put on a show, what I'd want to know till it was time to attend to your lair You led me in, ready to sin Me believing you cared In this room, I faced a doom worse than what I feared Trusting, strong, in someone I'd sworn I truly sincerely revered
You may say it was my ways which got me to this place It was my move, that informed you I was giving it away My words told you, not knowing truth, of demons you've collected I'm a machine, young and clean No need to be protected
Maybe my words gave you permission but they also gave you a choice Not to lie, take a moment and try to understand i was just a boy
Just a boy who was just a toy, and was made to pay, for being coy
You knew what demons lived in you You knew they'd find, in me, home too You thought I'd probably never know You thought your deed would never show
I knew at once, when I found out my foolish days were over No stroke of luck, nor second chance no special four leaf clover
You stole from me, my right to live free and expressively You placed in me the need to be concerned insessantly
I'll take the blame, kill the flame learn from my mistake I've said goodbye, I've hurt, I've cried I've seen you on your way No charges pressed or statements made no retelling of games we played
I only need for you to know, There was a point my spirit broke.
While my joys were at your command, You chose to live with blood on your hands.
© 2008 Adam Jordan TurnerReviews
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4 Reviews Added on April 16, 2008 Last Updated on April 16, 2008 AuthorAdam Jordan TurnerHouston, TXAboutI am a 20 year old artist. Writing is something I have always found interesting, and fun, however I did not take on the challenge until recently. I mostly write song lyrics, my mother is a lyricist, .. more..Writing
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