Dsmp Poem - Blog Posts
burning monster.
What of the tree,
That stands between Time and Death,
However, where our lives had begun,
Had also been where you came to rest.
Battle had worn you thin,
Broken seams and dirty limbs,
The golden crown that sits atop your head,
Rusted brown with soil and ash,
The loud thundering destruction,
Of a home you had never forgotten,
One I had destroyed, the day I destroyed myself,
My father stares into your eyes,
He knew, and I knew,
You'd miss me, I knew.
I had to leave,
I had to leave,
I had to leave and what remains of me after Death must go before this body does,
This body that has destroyed itself a long time ago,
I must cut the voice that yelled,
At the only one who'd seen the monster I'd become,
Must lose the mind that lost it long ago,
And rest my conscious six feet underground,
Or at least lay in charred soot and ashes and
burning gunpowder,
In a resting chamber that tormented me for
Days, weeks, hours,
The button clicks like a final realization,
The sun has set at a new chapter,
Singed at the page corners,
And now a new world without the burning monster,
Myself,
Only myself,
The second tyrant has gone, alone in the end,
What he had deserved is served in blazing fire,
And ichor mixed with humanity's wine,
And a father that blames this death on everyone,
But himself.
Guilt did not stay underground (sometimes I wish I did)
Knock me down between the eyes,
Eyes of man that crust with gunpowder and long gone cigarette smoke,
Knock me down,
I deserve it,
Little brother o' mine
Let me earn it.
Knock on the door,
Over lily of valleys,
Hung over the frame
Of what once was two,
three against the world,
And you used to mean the world to me,
I don't think that's ever changed,
Second son o' mine, brother o' mine,
Let me go, I'd die a second time
Let me go,
I need to go.
You don't need to earn an apology from me,
Just that you are asking for an apology,
From a coward, that is me,
I need you to stay,
(I want you to go away)
Just like the old days,
(I've come back to my old ways)
With you by my side,
and I by yours,
'You need to let them heal without you'
So I will let you heal without me,
I'd die a second time to make everyone happy,
Except I'd die only in others eyes,
I'd be a wandering man, a breathing ghost,
A husk of flesh and bone
and once long ago flags and never-sung-again songs,
If I am the problem,
then I will remove myself from the equation,
Give you a quick solution,
I've returned to my roots,
my roots underground,
Brother o' mine, would you wish to come around?