Something to Hold Onto

Something to Hold Onto

When the demons rise from the dust,
you become nothing but a memory.
History. A moment of misery
to be endured by a heart
that is torn apart by your lies.

I’ve learned to despise
everything about your eyes.
The way that you look,
but don’t see me.

Damn, just to be free
I cry myself to sleep;
There's no escape.
Not in dreams or awake.
I'm drowning in mistakes.

The world shatters into pieces,
with wrinkled creases.
Pain that never ceases.

What I wouldn’t give for a tender touch.
A gentle kiss. Something to miss.
To surround me in bliss
when the world crashes
and dashes my dreams.
And creates new schemes.

A curse that has been ordained
to smother all; I retained
the last piece of me that isn’t stained,
by the bite of a poisonous love
that used to be enough
to make me smile.
Made it all worthwhile.

Its no longer even a thought,
not what I sought
all those years ago.

I know, time changes us all.
But it’s just taught me to crawl
on my knees, begging for a piece
of anything to hold onto.

Just give me something to hold onto…