And to speak without a word is a sin
And to plead without tears is a win
However once it all crashes
And you seem to lose yourself
There it is
Your ego
In ashes
Now let me explain,
The reasons why I feel this way,
The poems I've produced
A disarray
It is likely to be yet another sin
To be honest
With what I feel
However a sadness
Bleak
I seem to conceal
Ready was I?
Ready I was not.
Somehow defenses were breached
My heart was not
And attachment is a sin the gravest of all
Sadness, anger, contempt
The look of it all
Eyes never lie my dear
And I've seen your face
How you are cold
Emotionless
Rotten
How you hung me on a stake.
And did I bleed?
No I seeped.
My heart which wasn't breached had bled
Of stories I wish I could
But you stole
And I couldn't tell
Now I am a thief of my own destiny
And a liar of its own sonder
With death I tip toe
Lowly
Oh so lonely
Did I lose my somber
