I'm out of my mind I cannot find my severed head.
I've lived so rotten left forgotten on this weathered edge.
I cannot join the under going of what's bitter sweet.
So I walk this line leading the blind on two withered feet.
Thinking thoughts of what I think I should have thought.
It brings me down, in and around to a place I've sought allot.
We live our lives like widowed wives mired in deceit.
When it all unfolds we're put on hold and damned to repeat.
This place is hell can you tell Heavens yet to be sent.
We're left to rot when Angels flock it's time to repent.
The scars don't heal from what I feel pain is just a glitch.
It'll come and go with what I know it leaves another stitch.
Hate is all I've felt it's what I'm dealt again and again.
I'm falling free I let it be now The End Will Begin.

By: Cory M. Lee

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