The Pact
I feel the wind seep onto my cheeks, I can't understand what it is telling me
I feel it's brash abrazen currents, as they unmask my myriad of sin.
It all came too suddenly, now like an exfoliated cliff edge or the dagger of a sword,
I am sharper than ever, they believe I am here to fill their void
They avoid taking responsibility, their naivety is killing and twisted, I laugh in jest
At best their quake, as they believe I am receding.
I have been in pain, too frequent a time
I cannot put up this sour mimic
It is intrinsic, pain, as it's supposed to be
I cannot reverse their words, as much as I try
Nor can I find the way back to the craftsman of destiny. I cannot undo this nightmare alone
It is miraculously not my fault
I hold the pages taut, and read on and on
But I am not the author, I am somebody's daughter.
So why is it my responsibility to fix their pain?
A therapist, a friend? Is that what they yearn?
It has been imposed upon me, like a child I did not want
They dragged others in, and all of a sudden it was their nightmare at last
The mast has been lowered and the ship has met the dock, like clockwork I ensured their quiet destruction
They killed the dream, but I smiled again
After all, all is swell in all that is dead and you just made your sorry beds.