Habit
It was a habit.
Just something to do.
Something to vent.
Screaming at day,
Metal in the night.
With spilled rubies. Precious rubies.
He stood there, waving, may
Lost father with no more
Love to catch me than then.
So, I’m done,
I’m shot.
I’m finished.
This is not a give take.
My love for you.
Your rejection for me.
You caused this.
You and your arrogant ways.
So I hope you’re happy.
Even now I hear your whispers.
Tales of my fault.
They will dog me to the grave.
Where I’ll rot.
Where you’ll cry,
Empty tears.
But it was a habit.
A habit so wrong.
-Devon Rose Castoe 1995-2008
Just something to do.
Something to vent.
Screaming at day,
Metal in the night.
With spilled rubies. Precious rubies.
He stood there, waving, may
Lost father with no more
Love to catch me than then.
So, I’m done,
I’m shot.
I’m finished.
This is not a give take.
My love for you.
Your rejection for me.
You caused this.
You and your arrogant ways.
So I hope you’re happy.
Even now I hear your whispers.
Tales of my fault.
They will dog me to the grave.
Where I’ll rot.
Where you’ll cry,
Empty tears.
But it was a habit.
A habit so wrong.
-Devon Rose Castoe 1995-2008