Good luck my love avoiding the fires, <br />Of the hell that you yourself have created, <br />Only you will live in them. <br /> <br />Good luck my love escaping the wrath, <br />Of the demons that seek you, <br />The ones we all have sent. <br /> <br />Good luck my love on your quest, <br />Your quest to find the weak, <br />Or as you wish, <br />Your prey. <br /> <br />No more good luck shall be wasted on you, <br />You who has hurt me beyond all repair! <br /> <br />No more shall I fall victim, <br />To this spell you have brought upon me, <br />This false advertising. <br /> <br />To avoid the fire, or the demons, I laugh <br />For you shall not succeed. <br />Or on your quest, <br />To find others so foolish, like me? <br /> <br />If only I could have my ever-lasting pain brought on to this world, <br />As some creature that knows not of morality, <br />That knows only of the pain you have caused. <br /> <br />This creature that would fallow you, <br />‘Till your dieing day, <br />In which it shall play a part. <br /> <br />On that day I shall hover over you body, <br />With that plug in hand I shall stop you from hurting anyone as you have done me, <br />I shall gladly pull that plug and say, “This is for you, good luck my love, finding your way.”<br /><br />Elysia Palmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-luck-my-love/
