Inspired by 100 Bad Days by AJR for the 48 hr community challenge.
|You tried to bribe me with your sins,
telling me to keep coming back again.
More and more my heart did cry
for the torture you did imbibe
at the expense of me.
For far to long you bottled my tears
to sell them back to me,
wrapped in label with a pastel bow.
The letters were written with fancy scribe:
You will never do better than I.
When I left you that final time,
I cut the cord until I bled,
being reborn all over again.
I had no one to slap my back
to help me breath once more.
Now I carry a pedestal wherever I roam,
but you no longer sit up high.
My spirit was cracked and served,
your mouth watering with every bite.
Now it is I who hold the knife.
Every day I cut more of you away,
freeing myself from your rotting flesh.
Many years have gone past,
yet I shine more every day.
I am the brightest sun in the skies.