As I lay here drifting on the waves of my dreams,
drifting in that place where nothing is what it seems,
where all my senses know exactly what to do,
where I judge about what is false and what is true,
No surprises for me here, no sudden mistakes,
here it's not my heart but your heart that aches,
here everything is controlled by me including you,
here I call the shots, I tell YOU what to do,
You've got nowhere to hide, you've got nowhere to run,
let's cut the suspense, the games have begun,
now YOU will learn about being afraid,
the hunt has begun, you better not wait,
Don't waist your time, just run for your life,
Cause now it is ME who is holding the knife,
I won't make your mistake, I'll finish what I start,
I won't stab you in the back, but straight in the heart.
lol... this is what I'd refer to as a venting poem.
Directed to my ex while waiting on his sentencing, it kinda wrote itself, quite ehm.. well.. harsh and brutal.
Part of a healing process I suppose.