My Husband's Poetry: Brothers Defeat - LDB

Turning back the cursed hands of time in my cursed skull of regret and mishaps.
Functionality of reality becomes a glimmer of a tear that won't be broken free.
Time has cursed my soul and brought my heart to be tore.
And through the gash ruptures thoughts of friends past and friends lost.

No time can heal my wounds, for the tear just reopens with each waking moment.
Looking back at a past with regrets I have no reason to hold on to so dearly.
Fighting with a mind I can't even begin to understand as I stare deep in a mirrior of reflections.
Reflections of smiles, memories, and times that were grand.
Wishing I was there to say goodbye to a friend 4 years in the making.

Death comes creeping in my bones,
Feel it's icy finger tips dig deep into a long scared gash pulling forth thorughts I long thought to be dead to me.
No matter the times I dare deny death's embrace.
Some days even I fall from grace.

Lift me on a pedistal of false words and unstable doubt.
I love to watch myself fall and fail.
I hate to blame others so I blame myself.
I hate to hate others so I hate myself.

Easier than living is waiting to die.
Looking around the world to find a bluer sky.
To the depths of my soul I fall deep and crawl inside.
Covering my tears with remorse and hate.
Fruitless battles are only worth fighting when theres a fight to be had.

My vicious words strike deep and open the gash long sealed as the ignorant bliss once felt has long since been rotting.
The putrid smell of hope fading is a welcome sight to this world scared eyes.
Welcome to the world of hatred and malice words.
Where time causes all wounds to fester and become dead.

Ohh god laughing from his perched throne of vengeful spite.
Screaming quietly through pressed lips.
Holding onto all the futile thoughts of redemtion or even salvation.
Falling to the ground in a drunken stumble wishing you were there to laugh at me and pick me back up.

But solace will never come to the tips of my angry lips.
Look in my eyes, see the fire burns deep and dark within the eyes I couldn't dare conceal.
Push me... I dare you.. talk your spiteful words of ignorance. I *freaking* dare you.
I'll let loose with a sharp and percise tongue to rip and tear your dignity and pride til it lies within scattered puddles on the cursed ground where you fall.
Take up arms against me, bring your physical conquest to my doorstep, but do not stumble or gaze in amazement when look up at me from your back.

If you knew the rage of the hunter that rages within my viens.
The hate for love and life alike.
Jealous anger, hurtful rage, and worse of all the feeling of insecurity.
Makes a man a very.. very.. dangerous tool to a whim to a thought could end the days of many men.

Quit your caring words they fall on deaf ears.
Neither here or their trusting in myself becomes a forgotten commodity.
Rhyme and rhythm are abandoned with a hateful spite found glaring at me when I look in a reflective gaze in the mirrior.
Why do you taunt me so, why do you hate me so.

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