The coldest rain pours over me,
The
raindrops of shadows and memories drench me to the bone,
Cute and
scary meet-ups – just us,
Frozen,
dangerously numb, I am still here.
…
You and I
were never meant to stay forever,
Even when
the moon kissed our evenings from the sky above.
…
I endured
my fate, filled with torment and sweet pain,
I died
several deaths while still alive.
Your touch
was fire, purifying my soul,
Your voice
was the nightmare I dreamt while held in your hands.
And I wanted
every piece of me to shatter until I was free,
Until I was
able to choose my path.
Every time
I pictured myself away from you,
I felt suffocated,
yet trembling at what might come
To grow
my own wings, not angelic but wings nonetheless.
I drained
my tears, trying not to bleed myself dry,
Worshiping
you like a toxic religion, brainwashed, I prayed on my knees,
Waiting for
your salvation becoming my own damnation.
…
But every
pain washed me clean of every twisted sin you preached.
Every erased
smile is now back on my face, a pure evil grin.
Every punishment
now my badge of honor, a mark left on my skin.
In the
end, my past self vanished beneath the preaching of the false god.
I stand
still, on my own, with a voice loud and clear –
Message
send,
Response
is not required; I was brutally direct.
The coldest
rain pours over me,
The
raindrops of shadows and memories drench me to the bone,
All the
dirt is washed away,
The Misery
is no longer living in me!
