28 October 2012
Where is the
Eternity of love
You promised
In the rise and fall
Of your selfish lungs
So many years ago
When we were both
Different people?
It has been erased,
Replaced with
A bubbling discontent
Covered over by a film of
Pathetic sycophancy,
A begging, pleading,
To have your fill,
So you can own me again,
Be a master over my
Pitiful existence,
A replacement mother for
One hell of a Oedipus complex;
No, I have been set free,
You think your words
Of sick-sophistry
Could turn me
From the one I love
Into your bitter arms,
Of deceit and half-love
That have crushed my
Soul so many times before?
No, he set me free from you,
And I've come to hate you fully,
An overwhelming disgust
In myself for ever
Letting you control me,
Never again; I am free.
I Am Free • Opuss № I