Rolled Over Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

He's back, yeah he's back.
It's like he never left.
A sad soul so bereft.
With nothing truly to confess.
Eating up from inside.
A slow ride to hell.
It's just a matter how many I can convert along the way.
Oh my fellow demons.
Wound me mentally or physically.
Nothing like losing an eye for time.
Such an insane little mind searching for the right rhyme.
The subtle text between lines.
The lost love letter that turns into the vile horror flick.
And the ink is fading, the ink is fading.
Worn right off page.
The pain is still their but I just can't remember for the life of me why.
Binded to pure hate, feeling nothing rage.
With age it still hasn't changed.
No matter years that past.
The hat continues to be passed.
Picking out my clothes for my own furenal.
Life is nothing but a dress rehearsal.
So before I go I will make sure I burn it all down to the very ground between gaps in sound.
With no remorse.
No last sad song.
No upbeat turn around.
No happily ever after.
If I told you once I've told you twice they always end in disaster.
I want no parts of them ever again.
Not even on the loneliness of night.
I do not seek the company of a woman
Not for all the money in the world.
Not for the best sex ever.
Not for someone lean on and just talk too.
Not for any amount drugs they could provide.
There is no high good enough
The scar on my heart was put there by the very last.
Avoiding the past.
I'm always out there.
But I'm never available.
Intentionally.
I keep hearing but this one is different.
There all the same.
Especially when it comes to my years of experience of pain.
Picture perfect so undeserving.
That feeling in the pit in stomach is not butterflies.
But your bodies first warning sign.
Letting you know don't do it.
It will leave nothing but misery in it's wake.
Financially, physically, mentally, emotionally.
Pure chaos, allowing your self to become just another one of her victims.
A tortured soul with no control.
A freak put on a leash.
And she keeps pulling till your start to suffocate and pass out.
When you come too.
Your hand cuffed to a bed rail, bank account and wallet emptied and now she's accusing you rape.
Tell me was it worth it.
Even if you beat the charges, get back your money, your reputation is still ruined.
People will question the kind person you are after that.
Oh the stories I could tell.
Oh the games that are played.
The memories will fade, but you will forever be changed.
And not always for the better.
So today I say no, we can not even be friends in the end.
I can not play pretend.
I trust absolutely no one.
I claim my indenpence even if it's in solitude.