perception of perdition

just a matter of time,
those broken shards,
embedded in his heart,
finally faded, forever

his motives,
his will,
the reason he lives,
to finally be complete

the rhythm of time,
904 dawns ago,
his last taste of that
which made him whole

he was hoping to find her,
she who could once again,
ignite the flames of conviction,
but alas despite everything, failure

seeking, waiting, searching,
he thought he had found her,
lest her heart belonged to another,
he walks away

the drive within his heart,
no longer love,
now filled with dust,
hate and vengeance reign.

I will no longer be the one for you, no longer will I catch anyone who falls.
Nor will I consider the feelings of others, for all that matters is getting what I want.Always putting others before me was a mistake, and caring for them was too. In the end, the only one that loses is you. I used to be someone who'd give a shit about you, but that time is long gone. Good riddance.

through the desolate past,
those deprivations and inhibitions...
through your care and concern,
you've incited malice and repugnance

a child grew in that solitary shell,
oblivious to your intent,
yet suffering within,
an untold loneliness

you and your worldly possessions,
those misled ambitions,
through age, those wilted; rotten,
a child, he was forgotten

as he grew,
rejected by his peers,
scorned to others,
yet loved by you

that child,
once helpless and alone
now mature,
wings of radiant blue

his loneliness made him strong,
his feelings, intense; your son
unbound to love, unbound to you
his allegiance to you, untrue

now finally lucid,
had you left him for dead,
he chooses to leave you instead.

he looks up to you for example,
he looks up to you for guidance,
but all you've given him,
are ill-influenced and malignant

while you were chasing your ambitions,
while you were chasing your dreams,
he matured alone, never knowing his
always pondering his purpose

and now its been made clear,
even though your intentions were good,
the means to an end was crude,
he silently hated you

day by day you grew decadent,
with each passing trial you fade,
the growing spite in his heart,
he loathes you, for fate

you may not realize the things you do have implications on those around you. but know that for everything you do, there will be commitments to follow through. although you held me as a child, I now have nothing but ever-growing spite for you and that nonchalance. I am ashamed to be your son. Your attitude doesn't help.

you loathe, detest, reject, abhor me,erase and hate me, cos' thats all you're capable of