Resentment Is My Decor.

Alone in this room I stand, holding the evidence in my hand. 

Take this moment as a whole, the day I lost my soul. 

Emptiness in rage, I've let loose outside my cage. 

A thousand whispers became a scream. 

On this dampened floor I pace, glancing down at that dead face. 

'Look at it' I say, 'look at the face that made me pay.'

This lovers chest split in two, who could ever had a clue. 

His body torn apart, a single knife stuck in his heart. 

Yes on top I sit, his intestines I shall knit.

Weave bloodied ropes, for these very damaged hopes. 

Warm is to cold, my wrongs doings said bold. 

A crack in an obvious mind. 

My ambition screams for more, how I seem to adore this morbid decor. 

She looked at me, it seems he gave her his key. 

A smile adorned my cheek, another soul I was to reap. 

As I woman, I was scorned.

Her hair so crusted with the essence of dried blood, it dried up so, just like mud. 

Her existence beneath my feet, the dirt I walk on, imagery very discrete. 

She took my man, I took her life; her life lived with vain strife. 

So live by the golden rule I say, another night- another day. 

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[Sami Khalil]

"This lovers chest split in two, who could ever had a clue.

His body torn apart, a single knife stuck in his heart.




Yes on top I sit, his intestines I shall knit.

Weave bloodied ropes, for these very damaged hopes.

Warm is to cold, my wrongs doings said bold.

A crack in an obvious mind. "

An amazing powerful write full of sentiments penned with precision...:)

[Larul]

Thank you for the quick review, I liked reading it.~

-Larul.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...Any time...:)