The Tortured Poets Department ( Juliet's Version )

Cruel Joke

Credits to:

sorrynobodyishome 

A/N: This one was more of a song. It's inspired by the ending in Hunger Games: Catching Fire.

I wish I could go back to who I was before,

Now I hide my gaze from a monster with a clean slate

I'd beg for alternatives, but fate's been forced,

Just like many traits which blossomed into hate.

Can't lose what you never had.

Can't trust if you were always a liar.

Accidental, purposeful, coincidental,

All the lies they tell you when you stand on a towering cliff,

willing the sky to tell you what on earth brought the suffering on.

What lies ahead is always unseen,

and what kept me blind was you,

where my insight was gone.

Life's a cruel joke,

Decades of mistakes imprinted on your soul,

but none of them shine like the glorified scars on glossy covers

with beautiful things left to die in a gaping hole

Can't see what was never there

Can't burn letters without a fire

Accidental, purposeful, coincidental,

All the lies they tell you when you stand on towering cliff,

willing the sky to tell you what on earth brought the suffering on.

What lies ahead is always unseen,

and what kept me blind was you,

where my insight was gone.

Beggars can't be choosers, but I prefer nothing over you.

Better safe than sorry, so I never took the chance

Fortune never favored me,

an empty pit of apathy,

I'm downcast in the dusty morning ever-devoid of glee.

I don't wipe the tears which

Stay with me where the bloodshed stains our hearts,

Forget that we too were once part of the war.

Stay with me until the sky drains all color from our eyes,

Which were once mesmerized by the beauty of afar.

Shoved about till I cascade down the abyss,

This time you couldn't catch me.

I was torn from bliss.

You were torn from me.

Accidental, purposeful, coincidental,

All the lies they tell you when you stand on a towering cliff,

willing the sky to tell you what on earth brought the suffering on.

What lies ahead is always unseen,

and what kept me blind was you,

where my insight was gone.

Flashbacks cut through in a slice,

you'd always push me off the cliff first,

every action was one of vice,

Your stories were always cursed.

Ok, I lied. This was not based on Hunger Games: Catching Fire.