A sick enchanted lie
a love that wont exist
in retrospect and reflection
your just a number on my list
covered muck and grime
the smoke clouds now disperse
a dependence i rely on
has become a daily curse
the master mister wicked rhyme
the dark side of the day
the dirty ones pay to pass the time
in the ring of fire
down the devils street
paying a pitiful price
arguments repeat
the creek will overflow with
reasons
a vision sad escape
a judgement lost
a song returned
this step away from fate
away from love
away from life
a silent screaming suicide
the sharp end of the knife
another day
another way
another page inside this book
grinding, smashing, crushing bones
the decay has settled
the fragments that were took
and kept of paper mache
and made into an art
a sudden rage
my demon days
are dying in your heart
a lot of things to come to
a lot more things to leave
a fallen single teardrop
now soaked into my sleeve
