Second Stage

Second stage is anger,

Palpitations send shock waves through clenched fists

Where Pride bleeds unrequited pain,

Unable to slash the severed cord.

 

Second stage is painfully hilarious,

False reconciliation mending irreparable hearts

Just to cleave through them all over again,

Dispensing the resent tenfold.

 

Second stage is foolishness

Hoping to heal through retaliation

To administer pain to other by hurting self

Ludicrous!

 

Second stage is Panic! yelling “Death of a bachelor”,

But Billy Talent whispers, ” “It’s a lonely road to absolution… and we must walk alone.”

Paramore convinces “my heart beats for you”, clamoring that “you are the only exception”,

But Fall Out Boy blatantly states that “my heart is the worst kind of weapon.”

Jer 17:9

The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick; who can understand it?

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Fool me

Dashing prince meets his beautiful princess

A fairytale beginning to this biographical non-fiction,

Let this ink run out before the last chapter

Happily ever after, the final words.

I may be a writer, but I’m an actor in this tale

A sub character in this paperback,

Dancing to the pen of another

Pull my arc and let it burn.

 

My wrists don’t bleed, but my fists do

Physical pain, throbbing satisfaction

Fool me once, shame on me

My gun doesn’t have bullets, but my words do

Bleeding pain, throbbing  indignation

Fool me twice, shame on me.

 

I am like a puppet, pulled by invisible strings

Your love is a coin, pop it in and watch me dance.

A temporary love song, we revel in it’s beauty

And we never know when the curtain will fall,

When it does, don’t take another coin

I’m tired of pretending to be a real boy,

Dancing to the tune of your whims

Cut my strings and let me fall.

 

There’s no save point. No reset button.

No 1st draft to be re-written.

Can’t suture these gaping wounds

I’m letting words bleed ’til I run out of ink or blood.

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Just raw un-edited words. Probably turn this into a song or something. I was going for a Panic! at the Disco / Fall Out Boy lyrical feel. Did I accomplish it? What’s your favourite band or lyrics, I would love to know.