Anarchy

Conscience

I hoped that you’d feel remorse one day

And you’d stop, break down, keep away

So I wouldn’t have to strategically 

Position my scarf, because frankly

People started noticing, it started last last week

Started noticing the bruises that ran just under my cheek

And they ask, “What happened? Did you get in a row?”

I should’ve told, would’ve told, but didn’t know how

Well it was too late from our first kiss

And it was too late to stop the dramatic end

It didn’t work when we were passionate lovers

So now I’ll be your closest friend

I know you never stop by my place

Never spare it a glance

But I believe in grey people

So I’ll give you a chance

I admit you were clever

In your endeavour

Never gave them a clue

To what you would do

You might ask me if it was painful

If the blood flowed out with what comfort was left

No, it wasn’t, dear, just shameful

That I couldn't hold on for one more breath

The cover-up, the cover-up,

I’ll give you points for that

The knife went in a drawer

And you burnt my bloodstained hat

There were no telling fingerprints

And you threw your gloves away

They never found out through searching

And never will they.

So now you’re hitting it up with girl from town

I’ve grown fond of her, she won’t go down

I’ll whisper in your ear ’til your punches get lighter

I’ll snarl during the bloodbath you’re a coward, not a fighter

Well it was too late from your first uppercut

Too late to stop the blood-ravaged end

It didn’t work when we were painfully lovers

So now I’ll be your only friend

I know you never stop by my tombstone

Never spare it a mournful glance

But I believe in changed people

So I’ll give you a chance

And I’m not dead 

‘Cause death is choice

And I’d much rather be a voice

In your head.

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AN: Ah, the tragedy of writer's block. I could be stuck for days and days then suddenly belt out a poem in ten minutes. Never mind.

Inspiration: I thought up the last verse while listening to a Remembrance Day service. Months fly by, and it has taken an entirely different context.