ganzhimself

Another Clich Poem

I lie here alone in my cold bed
Through countless sleepless nights
Pretending to sleep
Intending to get you out of my head
Cant cut you out, because you hold the blade
Now I know that perfect beauty queens
And happy endings only exist in storybooks
Im not the hero you wished me to be
But then again, this is not the life I wished for
And this is not the path to which I had swore

Now Im slowly going mad hearing
Echoes of your soft voice reverberate
Dont you know that you could administrate
The final blow, and kill me nowKILL ME NOW
I tried to do this on my own, on my own
I tried to finish this on my own, on my own
You know you could administrate
The poison and end all that you hate
Please do this now before its too late

And maybe its you
And maybe its me
Youre the reason I cant sleep at night
Youre the reason I cant make this right
I have nothing but vacancy
Here in this place that lies
Just left of center in my chest
Storybook endings had me jaded
How long until I abandon this quest
Just before my last heartbeat has faded
Or will I now begin to chase fact and not fiction
Even when these facts produce nothing but friction
I cant cut you out when you have the knife
These are just the harsh realities of my life

You know you could administrate
The final blow, and kill me now KILL ME NOW
I tried to do this on my own
I tried to finish this on my own, on my own
You know you could administrate
The poison and end all that you hate
Please Before its too late