huskysox

Cold Word Murder

Someone murder me because Im always wrong
Friends and loves think I am at fault all along
Why is that nobody faces their faults with conviction
And leave me to hurt from their own afflictions?

I have a heart thatll end me quick
I long for someone to just be happy with me
Instead I get strung over with a beating stick
And this I know you never knew you saw the real me

I cant help others actions and what they say and do
But I get blamed for their dealings anyway
I cant fathom why I am contacted only to be pushed around
And sometimes I wish that which existed was not today

Hurt and cries of rain
Sunshine in pouring pain
It crumbles my breath
It is pacified death

Relief that the distress will dissipate
I never sat and thought enough
History has a reputation of repetition
The lightning sparks the gas in fireflies

Can I cry actual salt filler?
Live through a day without sorrow or frustration?
If it did it would be the pillar of life I long for
I will try to change nothing at this train station

Die the silence
Live the harsh worlds words
People exist in bind sculptures
Painted over a secret identity of joy

I play this game every day
It all just never stops or goes away
Too much to bear at work and now home
Im haunted and I live alone
Im murdered by your words
All of you place burdens
On weakness that you behold too
So stop!

Copyright: Huskysox (G) 2006