[Poem] Anthem of Our Dying Day
Title: Anthem of Our Dying Day
Poet: Umi-chii
Prompt Song: Story of the Year - Anthem of Our Dying Day
Warning: Don't expect any rhyming lines. I don't do rhyming lines when I'm writing poems, unless I'm forced to or in the mood.
A/N: Written based from true feelings. Fritze, if ye're reading this, which I doubt ye'll ever do, then please be assured that yes, I hate ye on every personal degree that exists.
Anthem of Our Day
Promises are made everyday with smiles,
Hands are held while walking along the shore for miles.
Laughter and giggles are never amiss when you’re happy,
Yet it’s ironic that once the sun sets, darkness also sets in.
If you insist on saying those words then taking them back again,
Then this I’ll tell you:
Please don’t bother with me anymore.
Don’t tell me sugar coated words
When in the end, you’ll tell me straight in the face
That I’m the worst mistake you’ve ever made.
Life has never been this bad until you stepped into it,
Stepped on it and stepped out of it
With that face void of any remorse, regret and anything else.
I could barely sense a trace of guilt from you.
I could barely feel your conscience demanding
You to apologize for your life’s worth.
I could barely fathom you approaching me,
Saying with all of your heart,
“I’m sorry. I’m a moron. Let’s be friends again.”
It’s funny that when you walked past me today,
You barely glance up and wished me a good day.
It’s ironic that though others greeted me,
You barely moved your hand to wave at me.
It’s stupid that though I swore to forget you,
You barely made the effort to bother my existence.
A penny for your thought, a dollar for my heart.
If you think I’m all ready for crap, then think again.
I’d rather have you not coming up to me and say “Hello”.
You may be the nicest man on earth,
But you’re also the worst man on earth.
With this battered heart I have,
I wish you’ll writhe in pain for what you’ve caused.
I won’t be desperate for another man’s embrace.
I won’t sleep through tearful nights.
I won’t drag myself down because of you.
I won’t sing the anthem of my dying day.
I won’t throw away the rose you gave me,
The rose that you only gave to me
Because of guilt and not love.
Why?
I know you’re not worth a cent of my bother.
I know you don’t deserve an ounce of my tear.
I know you’re not enough for an hour of sulking.
I know I’ll lose everything if I keep myself to the corner.
That’s why tonight, I’m here to sing it.
I shall sing the anthem of our dying day.
That’s exactly what I need, what I’ll do.
This ends tonight, right now.
Poet: Umi-chii
Prompt Song: Story of the Year - Anthem of Our Dying Day
Warning: Don't expect any rhyming lines. I don't do rhyming lines when I'm writing poems, unless I'm forced to or in the mood.
A/N: Written based from true feelings. Fritze, if ye're reading this, which I doubt ye'll ever do, then please be assured that yes, I hate ye on every personal degree that exists.
Anthem of Our Day
Promises are made everyday with smiles,
Hands are held while walking along the shore for miles.
Laughter and giggles are never amiss when you’re happy,
Yet it’s ironic that once the sun sets, darkness also sets in.
If you insist on saying those words then taking them back again,
Then this I’ll tell you:
Please don’t bother with me anymore.
Don’t tell me sugar coated words
When in the end, you’ll tell me straight in the face
That I’m the worst mistake you’ve ever made.
Life has never been this bad until you stepped into it,
Stepped on it and stepped out of it
With that face void of any remorse, regret and anything else.
I could barely sense a trace of guilt from you.
I could barely feel your conscience demanding
You to apologize for your life’s worth.
I could barely fathom you approaching me,
Saying with all of your heart,
“I’m sorry. I’m a moron. Let’s be friends again.”
It’s funny that when you walked past me today,
You barely glance up and wished me a good day.
It’s ironic that though others greeted me,
You barely moved your hand to wave at me.
It’s stupid that though I swore to forget you,
You barely made the effort to bother my existence.
A penny for your thought, a dollar for my heart.
If you think I’m all ready for crap, then think again.
I’d rather have you not coming up to me and say “Hello”.
You may be the nicest man on earth,
But you’re also the worst man on earth.
With this battered heart I have,
I wish you’ll writhe in pain for what you’ve caused.
I won’t be desperate for another man’s embrace.
I won’t sleep through tearful nights.
I won’t drag myself down because of you.
I won’t sing the anthem of my dying day.
I won’t throw away the rose you gave me,
The rose that you only gave to me
Because of guilt and not love.
Why?
I know you’re not worth a cent of my bother.
I know you don’t deserve an ounce of my tear.
I know you’re not enough for an hour of sulking.
I know I’ll lose everything if I keep myself to the corner.
That’s why tonight, I’m here to sing it.
I shall sing the anthem of our dying day.
That’s exactly what I need, what I’ll do.
This ends tonight, right now.