Romantic Torment

The Unconventional Truth of End Life

Author: G.C.M. (aka RomanticTorment)

My tears have dried to dust
My heart has turned cold
All my hopes have been dashed,
and all my dreams too old.

I’ve no arms to hold me tight,
I’ve no lips to kiss tenderly goodnight.
I can barely recall the feel of Nature’s fire
I can barely recall the touch I so terribly desired.

How do I go on,
when my world is so empty?
How do I go on,
when all that I love is no longer with me?

I try to be strong,
but the effort is diminished.
By the hypocrisies and lies,
we’re all so secretly proud to relinquish.

Wasted effort,
to a practicality hard to accept.
Sorrow’s aching pain,
makes even Misery’s tenacity pale.

I’ve no innocent smiles that will warm me,
I’ve no mirthful humor to even enlighten me.
I can barely recall the priceless worth of a gaze,
I can barely recall the blissfulness of a summer day.

My memories now only plague me,
my recollection of events a tragic blur.
My body, now true to age, betrays me,
to a life that seems bashfully absurd.

Yet, a life lived is still a life worth having,
and in that I still somehow cherish it.
Wistful abandonment also adds weight to say:
‘I regret nothing, and shall regretfully miss everything.’

© 2010 by G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)

In The End, Nothing Really Matters
Author: G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)
Written: 8-16-09
Revised: 8-25-09

In the end it doesn’t really matter;
everything done is undone.
So what’s it really matter in the end?

I’ve tried so hard,
but the effort goes on wasted.
The memories remain,
haunting me endlessly upon sleepless nights.

What am I left to hope for,
when everything has been raped from me?
Why bother to struggle,
when everything I touch crumbles apart in my hands?

In the end it doesn’t really matter;
everything done is undone.
And nothing really matters in the end.

© 2009 by G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)

Let The World Burn
Author: G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)
Revised: 7/12/09

I’ve lived in fantasies.
I’ve lived in dreams.
I’ve lived in lies.
(I live in hell!)

I vicariously lived through video games,
along with movies and music too.
I even vicariously lived through you.

I built an image out of everything
that only amounts to nothing.
I envy the world of Hollywood without me,
and I’m disgusted that I even care.

I was never what I truly wanted,
always so lost within myself.
I was never completely stable,
tangled up with my enigmatic mental health.

All I ever wanted was to belong,
and to be found wanting by my peers.
All I ever wanted was to love,
and to feel that sweet kiss returned.

Yet, for all the littered hearts scattered about my floor;
I remain cold and uncaring.
Trapped in a prison of self loathing
over my appetite for the beauties I can’t seem to have.
Resentment builds into contempt,
and the whole fucking system comes crashing down.

(Fuck their disinterest and blind sightedness.
They deserve their piss poor excuse of a mate!
Fuck their lack of self worth and self esteem issues,
break the mirror and burn your god damn magazines!)

Infuriated by my inability to control
the outcome of my interests,
I fester in a pool of misery and rage.
Burning hot with its’ intensity,
only to be frozen by a disregard to care.

*****

I remain heart-broken to have learn
that the morals and values society proliferates in its media
is nothing more then a nostalgic day-dream
of the righteous human being we fabricated into existence.
That we, as a society, have become complacent and receptible
to a new-founded culture of dogmatic views, arrogant decadence,
and our ambulatory Will rapped by its own Government;
which we willingly accept with a smile full of tears running down our ignorant faces.

Why else do we hold “Heroes” in such high esteem?
Why are they so revered to a culture that thrives in drama, fear, and laziness?
They do what we can’t do as a society.
What we won’t do as a society.
What we our afraid to act upon as a society…
too scared and appalled at the potential risk to self and family
which “They” impose upon our seemingly perfect little world
in our supposed perfect little existence
within our tiny little bubble of supposed freedom.

It all amounts to shit and bullshit.
Lies and deceit. Greed and power.
And I’m drowning in all this fucking filth!
Mother needs to flush it all away.
Send it all away.

We don’t deserve to remain here anymore.
We don’t deserve to be here anymore.
I hope I’m around to watch the world burn.
(Fuck it all.)

© 2009 by G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)