Falling In Your Pain Poem by Strydar Enox

Blood leaks from my eyes,
I've been caught in my lies.
Delusions of people i wish to call mine.
A quick stab, a jab and the knife digs deep.
transfixed in my organ where my blood flows deep.
Tears fill with salts running down my cheek.
A time to sigh, a time to cry.
Never once wishing to die.
From a stab to a cut, a slice to a slash.
Through bones and flesh and all that.
Pacify the gore, life plays you as a whore,
Deeper the wound. salt rubbed in too-
leaving my heart to die and dry.
clutched in the hands of the one who said they'd keep it safe from you.
Then a laugh.
Such a sweet sound, as matter of fact, as the thoughts of hurt flow deep.
Take my hand grasping your heart and rip it right out again.
In front of eyes laced with mistrust and lies our delusions end.
Leaving us in a puddle of blood from-
The emotional mess we deserve from letting others in,
A tragic tale, Never is fair when including emotions like love.
It causes one to lose faith in powers above.
Hope leads to faith and faith leads to repentance.
But for what in this world of lies?
I need a better reason to do good deeds then trying to bribe the big guy.
Life is a Mildew.
Death is a cure.
The dark aspect of this poem, I grow to abhor.
The beautiful sky. The birds flying high; a distraction to block my mind.
Yet all I find of the beauty in my eye is the rot of pollution in the skies.
The diseased birds falling to die; one asks, why?
Such is the ways of the fallen.
We fall from grace from the beauties of life only to fall flat on our face.
Robbed of joy—our hearts and cares; all we see is empty.
The beauty in the familiarity of the macabre.
The repulsiveness of the sunrise on the valley.
The winter wonderland of Christmas.
The dead plants and animals frozen to death.
Life is a perspective; The fallen's is/was still beautiful. In sickness and in health.
See the beauty in your pains, and the growth it causes
Lest you be lost in a plethora of guilt sadness and hate.
That's one big bite to take. So listen and learn from this lesson absurd:
Love and lose, and love again; to learn what love has lost to begin.
Shred the facts from the lies and don't let emotions blind your eyes.
Don't let rage loosen your tongue
Lest you be damned and cursed to be the lonely one.
Open your heart and take the wound deep.
Instead of hurting back return with something sweet.
A hug, and embrace a kiss on the cheek. Love is a cliche cure all from these emotions I Reap