[The Butcher: A Reconciliation]
If imitation is suicide,
you will never find a girl more dead.
Nothing but others' thoughts reside
inside her empty head.
If life is but a waking dream,
her life is a waking nightmare.
She stares and stares, trying not to scream.
She hears the words, but tries not to care.
But these words, these taunts, these abuses,
they serve her a great many uses.
They tell her what she could and shouldn't be;
these words: her self-fulfilled prophecy.
If dust could praise the King of Kings,
she would sing from beneath their feet;
but she does not take to such Sacred Things,
and serves the Master of Deceit.
If Sun were to rise and set no more,
she would simply turn to the Stars.
No matter who she serves, she's lost at her core,
and only finds relief in adding more scars.
But these scars, these badges, these remembrances,
they add up and only cause hindrances,
blocking any progress she hopes to make;
change for the sake of change for the sake...
Life for the sake of Life-
Tears for the sake of Tears-
Strife for the sake of Strife
is how she's spent these years.
But, look just, deep within-
past the filth and past the sin-
perhaps there is a beating heart
that's not yet been torn apart.
A heart that's filled with discontentment,
struggling for survival and unlikely love;
a heart that well knows resentment
from the Good Lord enthroned above.
Perhaps this heart is still pure-
I cannot judge, nor can I be sure.
It is only my place to forgiveness give,
and let this tragic creature live.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 11/08/2009 07:57PM by SunshineGirl.
don’t always have the time to sit here and read long winded poems. Like in my thread.. lol
