Ace Of Black Hearts
To The Rise, As I Disappear. - Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
It all fades, becomes a blur.
So hard to remember.
So tainted with the poison of the past.
Hate me at last.
A wish comes true.
Here's the pieces i was holding of you.
The silence of this night.
I will never forget.
You are not a threat.
A wasted regret.
I was hoping to make myself whole.
And i was pushed into a deep depression.
But you gave me a transgression.
A saving grace.
Another ace up my sleeve.
If its even possible to believe.
Now I make my mark and then i shall leave.
Cause it hurts to have so many friends turned foe, near.
Dear john letters, with no heart.
So cold oh so cold.
Your are ice.
Because of our differences.
You are weak.
You need some to hold on too.
I would say grab me and never let go If it would heal you.
But i know it won't.
Guilty by association.
My crimes are his and i just cant relive it.
Forgive but never allow myself to be forgiven.
Destiny has fallen.
She has made her choice and now i must rejoice.
Put on a suit and tie.
For i must dress the a tire.
A career in the shadows.
Become one of the educated.
Never settle for second best.
Invest the money into to even high education, and throw to charity.
For i only need to live, not waste.
Greed has never been a goal of mine.
A touch of fame maybe, but in an intellectual way.
A invention i can call my own.
The roots have been sewn.
Deep in the precious earth, i found a place in which i can be okay.
Cleansed of that which makes men evil.
I must be naive, for i believe i must work for every thing i get.
And that's where i will end it.
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