Loser

The cliché lingers
Dressed up as death
For anger has been baited
Words of warning
They only serve to awaken
Silence would be best
See how the beast reacts
For yes
My barbs are deadly
Unforgiving
Treacherous to one
For in anger
My silence is a blade
Acid tipped and deadly
As brutal as those words of warning
Then I read your blossom
Your mythical words
As clear as those for he
And yet I am the threatened
For to hide my self
Is to deny the me you love
My emotions
My thinking
And in anger
I ponder
To love as I do
Or live as I did

Coldly

© 2005, Mosquitobyte