Take me away take me to heaven
Take me away take me to heaven. Take me your arms. Wipe my tears… hold me close. Love me and let me love you. Let me look in you eyes and see you looking back with love in yours. Take my fragile hand… walk with me to find the pieces of my broken heart. Together mend it… but please don’t break it. I am scorned, I am feared. I am afraid and alone. I am confused. I am… hurt. What dirty magic is this? Tempted with false love. Foolish lies but I have only myself to blame for believing them. From all that would help they only hurt. My mother you bitch you have ripped my heart out so many times then you tell me you love me. I am nothing and something no one wants. But I know how I feel about love and that is not love. Love is not pain it is bliss. A joyous could of care and want… the caressing of angels. All the flowers in the world blooming in my dark heart. The golden rays of the sun pouring down brightening my eyes, cutting through the darkness. In my chest their is a hole… where my heart was ripped from me. And my hand was taken with it for I still hold my grip upon it. You say no one can love me if you do not… mother no one is as you are most are not as cold hearted. Mother please do not walk in the sun today… I don’t want you heart to thaw and for you to love and have a conscious. I want one to take me from this pain. To love me, and mother that is not you! I have lived my life with a false mother it is called hate. My father was pain. And I am the bastard son of hate… but in my dark heart is love. Something no one has every completely ripped from me. When I am alone with no one watching I cry… I die. Alone with my pain, sorrow, guilt, confusion. How easy I could have redemption for I have watched from all the knowledge I have I could rip their hearts out as they did mine. I could be as you would want me… to make everyone hurt. You said I could break her heart as she did mine to teach her… but mother I am not as that. I have my morals and I can not give another pain as they and you have given me. You gave birth to me but I have no mother. I am the bastard son of hate. I spite you and everyone that would hurt me… for I can not hurt another it is not my way.

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