Horror Story

This poem was meant to be a disaster

like all of your happily ever after

you built me up on all your lies

and showed me castles in your skies

strange birds sang there with no voice

like them I no longer have a choice

for every time you dangled me

mocking my will to be free

this revenge now I take

from darkness of soul and power of hate

with ink I blacken out your sun

this horror story's just begun

from hell I summon the cold flame

this time I gladly take the blame

the poisoned vines tangle up your feet

and drag you through my misery

with gears of pain I stretch you out

in this tomb no one hears you shout

the shriek of wraiths fill up your ears

that were always deaf to my tears

with promise of life now you are bruised

for ever time I was afraid and used

your treasured card of love and romance

I've shredded up and burned to ash

by pen I cut you open to bleed

now it's you begging to be freed

before the world now you lie naked

by me you will always be hated

perhaps another will take pity

lets hope this poem they never see.