๐๐๐๐๐ poem: realnotperfect by realnotperfect
the words only tangle and then do they break
the garden turns slowly to devils and snakes
i ran out of breath as i ran out of words
but i'll sing my ballads and fly with the birds
look, there is writing there on the wall
in sticky red ink, and with strands of hair
there is writing there on the wall
i guarantee now, you will never be spared
i think of it now, when you said you would be
a dagger of murder to steal what was me
but every song now, that i sing on repeat
to remind me at midnight why you lied at my feet
there was the message, and there was your call
the last thing we will do is let your crimes be
there was the message, of once and for all
written there where you can never be freed
there was a table and there was a chair
but what i remember most are the sheets
i cannot love what can only compare
with evil and lies, and with the most sick of greed
the words only tangle and then do they break
the garden turns slowly to devils and snakes
i ran out of breath as i ran out of words
but i'll sing my ballads and fly with the birds
the simple lines that you once before heard
they cannot recover the bridge that you burned
i sing a song now while you fall into hell
you dragged yourself down with the lies that you sell
i said to them all, "listen now as i speak"
for that was a story i would not repeat
these are the tables which twice have turned
i cannot unlearn what i have learned
i cannot stand for what is only believed
by they who are desperate, who with a lie will agree
because i became love,
but it is love that you hate
i will burn brighter
and you will see fate
the words only tangle and then do they break
i once was a garden but they were the snakes
and yet i found my breath, because i write the words
the songs are still mine like the sky to the birds
because for every scar,
and blow to my face
i came back as more,
it is i that you chase
but you cannot catch the boy who you confined
in prisons and cells and in rooms i've enshrined
so that i can remember the look on your face
on the day that you killed me, but i left a trace
so run from me now, i am more than the ghost
of the boy that you murdered, not just wind on the coast
of a sea that you shrouded, in lies and abuse
this is all real, not perfect, i am blood on the roots
of the karma you planted, when you chose your demise
you can lie to my face just to make me more wise
and you only cried wolf, just to say the wolf cries
i was only fifteen but i read all your lies
i was less than eight yet i saw no surprise
and i was fifteen then, when i tore your disguise
and where are you now? in your hole in your hell
the one that you dug with the lies that you sell
and when i say nothing, it's then i can say
you were never beyond all the things i convey
you cannot ever hide all your poison and sin
that you tried to hide, using religions you spin
and every day, you lose
and it's not because i win
every day, you lose
as all your lies run thin
every day, you lose
not because i win
every day, you lose
you spilled my blood on skin
every day, you lose
as your lies all run thin
every day, you lose
and my new chapters begin
for there are more words, more stories to tell
these things i can promise as you fall into hell
you cannot come back now, from the depths oh so low
because you built the slave, back when you ran the show
you cannot come back now, from the depths oh so low
because you dug the grave, scream from so far below
one octillion miles, beneath soil and my toes
because you dug your grave, in the depths of so low
from each line, and each breath, from my poems and my words
my songs are still mine like the sky to the birds
now the words i'll untangle, because even when i break
i still remain a garden...
and you remain a snake
poem: "realnotperfect"
written by realnotperfect
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