Staked (A Poem) (11/13/17) (Post-Betrayal)

——feeling the metal

in my hands

blood dripping down

from where it once

settled in my heart

now I’ve torn them apart

 

——here I am

holding the stake

you planted

finally

here I am

 

——-I’ll burn you with my eyes

or at least try

to let you see

I don’t want to see you

I don’t want to hear you

I don’t want to be around you

leave me be

 

——I have a stake

you had a stake

it was all a mistake

I never should of let you in

although I already knew that

but now it’s even more pronounced

as I hold this stake in my hands

that you had roused

into existence

Oh,

Blood staining my hands

now

it sure is quite a stain

soon it will turn to rain

We’ll dance in the scarlet storm

and like lightning

the pain you’ve put in my forecast

will swarm

 

——Pick your poison

give or take

it was never a choice

I got to make

and my world smoldered

in your wake

 

—–I’m still remembering the good times we shared

the heart you had repaired

and at every tear in its feeble seams

You had fixed it

Oh, how I remember

And I can’t help to remember too

the priceless loyalty you gave at no cost

how you had saved me

when I was lost

the jokes so crazy

the warmness that made my world so happily hazy

the smile so wide

the personality that leads even the coldest

to be tongue-tied

 

——it’s so saddening

to think

it all was fake

the blood’s dripping on you now

it’s your turn with the stake

see my blood

and begin your wake

and know now that you’ve lost me

to your fateful mistake