The Bitter One

This demon speaks unholy thoughts,

it whispers in my ear.

The seed, of course, was planted here

with growing hate from pain and loss.

When hope grows old it starts to rot

decaying dreams leave rooted fear.

Upon my lips are salty tears

of wasted youth and love forgot.

So here I lay alone and numb,

torn apart from seam to seam

The past has past, what's done is done,

but still I let this demon run

my life, my thoughts, my hopes, my dreams.

I am the lost, the bitter one.

Reviews

[Zee Noir]

your words take my heart and souls deepest emotions...and bring them to life.