INNOCENTLY WRONG

Be Cruel, Be harsh,
Be inhumane and put me behind those silent bars,
Throw me into the blinding darkness,
And never let me spot those shiny stars,
I'm like the king of the Genies stuck up in those unbreakable jars.

Clean my sweat, colour me blood,
Step on me, I'm the dirt of the mud.
Choke me to an immoral death,
I'm accused of murdering myself while uncovering my hidden depth.

Push me off the edge, into the highs,
Where my fall is a truth but I'm a lie.
Make my life even darker than coal,
Just as I'm forced to untrust my soul.

Kill my dreams,
Make me live my nightmares,
Ground me when I dare to touch the sky,
Have already given me those invisible scars,
Now you can breathe a sigh.

Block my thoughts before I think,
Don't let me give sunshine even a wink,
Treat me like garbage in a bin,
Push me forward for your own sin.

Blame me for the undone before you doubt,
Insult my pain, my tears,
For your harvest... your cloud.
Life's been made even better than hell,
Thanks to the unforgiven...
Lastly favor me and ring my killer's bell.

Burn me into lightning flames,
Erase my unknown existence, my undesirable names.
Let my blood be my ashes...
Ashes of the awake,
Cut off my impure air,
Close my heaven's gate.

Strike me off,
A bullet in the head is all thats left,
Cries in vain, on my death,
are just a regret.
So don't mourn when I'm gone.
Just carry on...
Being Innocently Wrong.