Saturday, December 8

The Words Squeezed from a Shattered Heart

(The first attempt of a hardcore lyric, produced on a winter night, some time ago)

How many times have you done this to me now?
You break my heart and expect me to come crying to you.
You stand there:
Cold.
Frozen to the bone.
Black hearted.

I confessed my sin to you, the horrible crime I committed.
I laid my heart out for you to see.

You say, "how could you do this to me?
How could you hurt me like this?"

I made an attempt to reach for you, but you slit my hand into pieces;
You stabbed me in the heart.
And you don't even realize how deep you are staring into yourself.

All the while I am:
Waiting.
Bleeding.
Dieing.


Now I am being poured into by Another.
Slowly.
Healing.
Healing what you tore apart.
Soon I will be fixed.
I can feel the blade you inserted, slowly removed.

Don't let your bitterness consume you.
Surrender.
Collapse.
It will hurt at first;
Give in.

All all the while I will be here;
Waiting.
Forgiveness in my hands.

5 comments:

Christiana Suzanne said...

Can I ask who wrote this?

Mr. Robot said...

I wrote this my freshman year.

Christiana Suzanne said...

This is really good Justin...I can definitely relate : ) If you haven't done anything with this, you really should.

Chad Honsinger said...

It's a bit hard to get the rhythmic sound as it is set to screaming but for the written quality, not bad.

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