Escaping The Path You Chose To Take Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Escaping The Path You Chose To Take



So thoughts of you still linger.
Hey here's my middle finger.
I know that's unbecoming.
But that's not gonna stop me from burning your lingerie.
The times I want forget.
A toke of love and hate.
The things that you come to appreciate.
I'm sorry but you have been disconnected.
It's not malfunctioning if the hearts already been broken.
Slam your phone on the ground if you want.
Riding off into the forgotten sunset.
It is still here.
It is something that'll never disappear.
It won't betray me at any given moment.
The erosion of trust.
That building has crumbled.
The flood waters were high.
I decided it was better not to try to fight this incoming tide.
Take me to a place where the stars decide.
The right moment when two unique souls are to collide.
Not on your terms, not on mine.
For in that we will be both be confined.
A debt owed to never to be repaid.
That is not love.
A measure of rule is unjust, and cruel.
Sex sold as common goods.
We all have needs, but that is not how it should proceed.
Dirty deeds.
I'm sorry I will not concede.
There is dragnet tied upon your ankle.
I'm sorry it's not for me.
Captured for what?
Lusts' unending thrust.
You will take it, you know you want it.
Really do I look like the fool that will eat the poisonous fruit?
I'm looking for the permanent.
Not a temporary fixation.
No matter the promise or proclamation.
I shall not deviate from my path for anyone.
Sacrifice.
I keep hearing that noise.
Sacrifice.
What does that mean to me if my life is wasted?
The future of us all is more important then any single entity.
I don't care if your famous.
I don't care if you have been the beauty queen for centuries.
I don't care, I honestly don't care.
Entrapment brought on by desperation.
Every day we see these revelations.
Corruption from the inside out.
A rotting mouth.
Soon the brittle teeth will fall.
Word spoken and twisted.
I've seen the heart of the darkness.
Once was enough for me.
I am never going back.
An honest mans hands are never tied by black mail and bribes.
And this is the reason I will survive.

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