You Can't Break What Is Broken
Good Luck Trying
Thunder grey clouds
Ominous
Heavy
Foreboding
Press down the horizon
Press down my skin
Once white fluffy nothingness
Now pierced by flashing lightning
Illuminating night to day
Striking down
From the lips of the gods
With thunderous speech
Splitting my head
Like a brittle Joshua tree
In some lonely wasteland
That was once my heart
Disjointed visions
Of purple lilacs
Their dyes staining my flesh
Purple and blue
Grey and black
Mottling my skin
Disfiguring me
Press your love into me
I do not claim its toxicity
It is poison beneath the surface
Creeping, weaving, crawling
Insatiably
Beneath my skin
Like a demon unleashing its horrors
To a fragile paper flower mind
What havoc it tries to create there
But always it leaves disappointed
Useless among the mess
That already exists
Among that field of paper flowers
That I created out of loneliness
And longing for beauty
Inject darkness into me
Dark bruises on the flesh
Of perfect fruit
Black blood
Splattered
On my paper flowers
But still I laugh as your demons flee me
Fearing for their own lives
As the fires of their hell
Rage within me
And the lightning of the gods
Flash silver in my eyes
The wicked tormenting of demons
With claws that come ripping
With flames that come biting
Already lives inside me
No torment you visit upon me
Can hurt me
You thought you could break me
Tame me
Cut me down
To a more manageable size
Such a lesson you learned
You can't break
What is broken
You can't kill
What is dead
You can't burn
Fire
You can't destroy
Destruction
But good luck trying
You will never have dominion over me
I am the force you try in vain
To harness and wield
That slips between your fingers
Like flowing water
Rain down blows upon me
Watch as they glance off
Put your demons in me
Hear my mirthful laughter
As they flee from me
Only to return to you
And you who visits this upon me
You who underestimates me
You who makes the dire mistake
Of vexing me
Well
You'll get yours
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!
I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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