A MAN WITH A BIG KNIFE
I kept knocking on the door of his heart
If I had known what was hidden deep down his heart, I possibly would have run for my dear life
If I had known he was a monster dressed like an angel, I wouldn't have entertained his single touch to be felt on my body
I never knew the smile on his face was promising disaster, I would have prayed for our paths not to cross
I thought it was love, in the beginning, it did look like love
I felt it, I kissed it and of course, it felt like I was locked inside the kingdom of darkness
I never knew his peace was planning to cut me into pieces with his big knife
I wouldn't deny it, he succeeded in making my star to reign among other stars on the surface of the sky
I couldn't believe it was part of his plan to nurture me with his trust and later devour on me like a monster
Now he has become a permanent memory that has taken a comfortable seat on the buoyant space of my heart, If I had known his mission, I would have run for my dear life
Angel turned monster was the memory I was left with
I thought the big knife in his hand was to protect me in battle, I didn't know it was held to cut me into pieces as a sacrificial lamb
My desire for handsomeness and riches are of no equal
I never knew my life has been chosen by the oracle as a ransom for his wealth to reach climax
My password was money
I have even settled for a slogan which states " No Money No Love"
If I had known not every stone that is cold has a righteous foundation
Maybe It could have helped
I was told by a friend to stay with my guy "Francis"
What did I do? I turned deaf ears
All I cared for, was money
didn't find it hard to dump Francis like a squeezed piece of paper and clipped myself to Desmond whose destiny was breathing comfort
If I had known Desmond's wealth was a product of ritual
Maybe it would not be too late
Even though I was graciously saved by prayers but my life didn't remain the same again
I lost myself in the process of finding love on the wrong side, I am just a shadow of glory
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