1r1shmale Poetry (29)

How could this be he was found guilty
Now he is free
How could this happen to me
How could not see

I cry myself to sleep
Think of my daughter and this creep
I let him into our lives
A loving figure was his disguise

I can hardly walk or talk
I crawl along blackened streets
I close my eyes to try and hear her voice
But all I can see is blood filled sheets

I cry myself to sleep
Think of my daughter and this creep
I let him into our lives
A loving figure was his disguise

I think of laying in her death bed
And all thoughts that ran through her head
The place in which she once left safe
Ripped from in a cruel twist of faith

I cry myself to sleep
Think of my daughter and this creep
I let him into our lives
A loving figure was his disguise

I am horrified to try to understand
My god death this cruelest of hand
And even though he death so she kept her faith the final blow
The blood stained rosary beads and the letter that told he horrible deeds
Now I have laid her to rest
I wear my vengeance as a crest

No longer can I bare his dirty Oder
His lust full glare
I can feel him every were

He haunts my dreams
I dare not tell for he is violent and wicked
I cannot sleep for I am full dread
He tells my family will wind up dead

I kiss him and he fondles my breasts
I can’t stand his gin filled breath
His decaying teeth his nasty look
I dread the day he looks for too much

He haunts my dreams
I dare not tell for he is violent and wicked
I cannot sleep for I am full dread
He tells my family will wind up dead

He has touched me now every were
My young heart crumbles in despair
I wake at night to find near
I try to scream and cry but I just take in his disgusting air

He haunts my dreams
I dare not tell for he is violent and wicked
I cannot sleep for I am full dread
He tells my family will wind up dead

I lay paralysed by his touch
This is just getting much
I have written my final wish
As I kiss my family portrait goodbye
I write about his cruelness and lies

He haunts my dreams
I dare not tell for he is violent and wicked
I cannot sleep for I am full dread
He tells my family will wind up dead

I have locked the door
Like I have many times before
This time he won’t want me
I won’t let him have any more

He haunts my dreams
I dare not tell for he is violent and wicked
I cannot sleep for I am full dread
He tells my family will wind up dead

I take the knife and start to strike
My wrists go first I lost the fight
In my last breathe of life
I hear the ones who have loved all my life
Knocking my door
I call out a silent roar
Clutching my letter to confess
I plunge the knife in my heart and I am eventually laid to rest

One look at her one fleeting glance
One gaze and you find you’re self-entranced
Her beautiful silhouette make your heart beat
Like the gamblers addiction to the races first heat

How she moves how she talks
Like an angel she floats not walks
Her sun kissed skin her following locks
Her delicate hands to which my heart unlocks

How she fill my dreams
Memorises of her loving touch
A kiss shared a play full push

How she moves how she talks
Like an angel she floats not walks
Her sun kissed skin her following locks
Her delicate hands to which my heart unlocks

I cannot describe what she means to me
The dancing rain sets my heart free
The thunder storms make me think of her
The suns warm glow has my heart in stir

How she moves how she talks
Like an angel she floats not walks
Her sun kissed skin her following locks
Her delicate hands to which my heart unlocks

My god I long for her kiss
Her devilish looks
Her flirty kicks

How she moves how she talks
Like an angel she floats not walks
Her sun kissed skin her following locks
Her delicate hands to which my heart unlocks

I am a roused by her body and soul
My love for her cannot be controlled
I lose my self to her and each day I spend on this rock of strife
She breathes love into my life

How she moves how she talks
Like an angel she floats not walks
Her sun kissed skin her following locks
Her delicate hands to which my heart unlocks

I let her go I never will
For our is undying skill
A love to last the ages
Written down on faded yellow pages
Until all was told about our love
A fairy-tale ending my hand to her glove

How she moves how she talks
Like an angel she floats not walks
Her sun kissed skin her following locks
Her delicate hands to which my heart unlocks

No more can I tell
As I am trapped in her hearts prison cell

Sometimes it is dangerous to stop on a bridge
To look out into still water as your hands touch the edge
Then without knowing your toes are now hanging over the ridge
All the thoughts flowing through your head
A tear comes to your eye as you now stand out on the ledge

Now you’re standing there looking out
No one around to hear you cry or shout
Now all you have is your thoughts
Some will help you hold on for your life
Others will push your buttons and push you closer to the edge
As they are the ones that fill your head
The ones that remind you of your troubles and strife

You will find that bad memories take control
And now your eyes fill up and tears begin to roll
Now you grip starts to looses
The still water calls out to you
All the lost soul looking for you
To the last step and let them guide you through

If you find yourself stand here
Just as I do
Keep a memory close to you
One that will your heart with joy
That will make you feel loved and alive

I can’t grantee it will make you stop
But it will fill you with love and you decide
Should I really make this dive

What will they say
What will they say on judgement day
What will they say with tear filled eyes and handfuls of clay

What will they say
What will they think
What will they do as they walk away

What will they say as you hear the tapping of clay
Clay tapping on the wood as you lay inside and start to decay

The last good bye to which you can’t reply
Who will it be that lays a rose or will they be too embarrassed to stand out from the rows
Or will they be alone to just to make sure they lay the final stone

What will they say
What will they think
What will they do as they walk away

So as you lay there on this final day
Your final representation is freshly turned clay
Will it be a field of regret or will they say you did your best
Will a single figure stand for you
To say good bye and whisper I loved you

What will they say
What will they think
What will they do as they walk away

So now as the party starts
Will they tell stories and laugh
Or will it be one person just raising a glass
As you fade away into the past

What will they say
What will they think
What will they do as they walk away

Only you can tell
Only you can write
Only you can try to do what is right

Fuel what they say fuel what they write and hopefully your memory will shine bright on judgement day