Maggots

Maggots feast on diseased flesh left to shed
another set of stories told by the beast in my head
deceased skin, the marks of sins perceived, I fled the first waves
as the bullets tore the air, a close shave
word missiles flew
I bled bright red for you

Nothing said could change the tone
set in stone, tablets on which the past was written from a skull lined throne
this story my own, history on loan
as your verbal knives tore my skin until they hit bone
how can one atone? when they are thrown to the wolves, for yesterdays woes
I fell on my sword, the blood wept, crimson river flows

My tale torn from a book, a page dripping with rage and love
of hate and hurt, landscapes of self worth deserted, as the flames leapt from above
the bombs that tore my heart into scraps, 

unspoken words that said more with just a disappointed look

I fell into all the traps, I gave you all I ever had, you only ever took

like a vampire, you tore at my neck the blood flowed, my life you did suck

in a swamp of nasty creatures and leeches I felt stuck

Your weapons, were lies, behind the eyes your smile that I grew to despise under dull moonlight

the teeth that only wanted to bite, the fists that only wanted to fight

you shape shifted into my life, a parasite, a diseased monster of the night

until I took a walk into a world of happiness, people that shattered the illusion of your fright

and I saw that you were just as afraid of the light as I was of the darkest sights

not a person to fear, a person with a story still to write

Thanks For Reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.