Antidote
A broken dream has clung to my eyes, it masks my sight
A wanted antidote surpassed by the light
Where this darkness blooms, there it awaits
Where I am not hidden, it mutilates
I’ve come to this reason and so it is my destiny
An emotion’s dark core thrives on my humanity
A corner has its sides but my back overturned
I await this coming feast, it will maintain burned
Everything given will flourish upon your eyes
Let it soak its way into you, before on you it dies
Can you understand the commitment of sacrifice?
There is but one demand of the thief, this is his vice
Oh darkness race beneath the skin, race and engulf the spine
And I’ll rape this from myself, taste once again what is mine
Draw the blood from me, my reflection, and it will be my ink
And every endeavor to uphold my injection will sink
Don’t you understand my gift?
An emotion ripped to give and give, will not shift
Oh danger, there is but a shaky ground
A scream from the darkness, a scream but a sound
Desperation is accompanied by this pedestal
Fall beneath the wind of emotion, the succumbing petal
There it will thrive, there I become yours
There exists everything but lies, a lie ignores
The darkness grabbed this broken dream by the heart
And drags it to its mouth and tears it apart
The darkness grabbed my antidote and pushed it to my lips
And in desperation, I fell in the darkness, it tempted me to slip
And in the darkness I can drain your light
A ball of the pen drenched with my blood to the right
My hand to my tongue, the left for what is left
My broken dream writhing within the shadow, it meets its death
Don’t you understand this sacrificial parade?
This is what I give, this is what I made
And I give my heart to the your tongue, for this you need
And all this emotions from it will bleed
I give my letter to your palm, to your eyes
This guide from suicide will keep you not to die
This is my darkness; I draw it from inside, from you and me
And these are words for the thief for you to see
Eat it up into your soul, this is why I live
It is desperation; a thievery of a poet, a poet must give
And the broken dream has never been, to you, remote
Your eyes, your heart, my dear, is my antidote
Lex
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