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Dismembered Paragon

Your consequential temperamental ill behavior
Have no consciousness of the consequences on hold
Countdown to the sequential numbers on the clock
You’re five minutes past the point I would’ve explode.

You erected this iron stronghold, bolts and locks, on your own
But with the scraps of all my belongings, left of this warzone
I’ve gone MacGyver and built a tank to bring that fortress down
So you better tell that acerbated self-confidence to hide under your gown.

Was it better when you had big flapping wings,
To blew me over and fly above me as you laugh off manically?
Was it better when you gave me cement shoes,
And left me standing through all the bullshit storm propelling?

Your insufficiency’s unswerving to your serving needs
And that’s a logic that could only be product of a nescient being
It was foolish to provoke the rattlesnake while in its apparent apoplexy
To appease his exasperated ire your skin must be exuviated.

You open up this giant gap, lava, pit, and everything
So I held to my faith until I end up believing in nothing
I’ve come to embody the Jesus’s metaphor to build a bridge
To raise a million hellish minions army to reclaim what you had promised.

Was it better when you had your magic wand,
And you waived it and “Alakazam!” everything was it your disposal?
Was it better when you had me at your dragging feet,
And you could step on me and I’d not doubt the status as spousal?

Well, who would have thought that your hound dogs would come back the collect their debt?
Give them what you owe, for the pact you have signed, with the blood of our unborn offspring
Enjoy the lethal injection that growing old gives while sipping heavily on your glass of urine flavored wine
I’ve no emotion remaining of the vexation you left in brewing in the office of your contractual larcenist.

Ansiedad Resonante

Si pudieses ver el encorve que has dejado
Cuando decidiste derretir la pasión con tu enojo
Tú vas a llorar sangre por retener ese odio
Ya no se puede ver tu corazón a través de tus ojos.

No te acompañaré en este coro
En especial cuando empezaste a darme de codos
Yo te excusaría lo ocurrido pero
Echaste al fuego la memoria de nosotros dos.

Si pudieras ver el agujero que has hendido
Cuando decidiste arder en la llamas del infierno
Alrededor del rencor tu razón has fundido
Ya que no has de sentir ese calor humano tan tierno.

No te acompañaré en este coro
En especial cuando me dejaste aquí por muerto
Pero tampoco seré como el loro
Ni contaré a nadie de tus secretos tan abiertos.

Tal vez deberías de preocuparte un poco
Yo que soy el que no está cuerdo y en cambio está loco
Yo sé de tus sueños pervertidos sobre niños
Y de mí jamás volverás a obtener de ese tipo de cariño.

A break up poem.

rustedheart

Corroded Heart

This dream is for dreamers who don’t dream anymore
This love is for lovers who don’t want to love anymore
This life is for the living who wishes to escape somehow
And all we have left is the right here, is the right now.

I know, I know I’m trying so damn hard
I know, I know it all goes downward
But if we try, if we try to move forward
Maybe we’ll find, we’ll find a new start.

Can your love heal this corroded heart?
I don’t think love can heal your corroded heart
You’re still living for the wounds, for the scars
You’re still pushing off those broken parts.

This poem is for poets who don’t want to write anymore
These words is for readers who don’t to read anymore
A song for singers who don’t to sing about it anymore
A way to escape what we had but we still want more.

I know, I know we’ve been trying so damn hard
I know, I know it all goes downward
But maybe, maybe if we try to move forward
Then we’ll find what we want to find, a new start.

Can your love heal this corroded heart?
I don’t think love can heal your corroded heart
You’re still living for the wounds, for the scars
You’re still pushing on those broken parts.

I think your steel dug deep into the nerve
And crossed off where our names we’re carved
And now going back sounds so damn absurd
I don’t want to go back, go back to the start.