I can't get those sounds out of my head
It haunts me, entangles me in it's grip
I had nothing to argue against what she had said
All I could do was listen,
Heartbroken..
It's no doubt that everytime I pass by the reflective glass surface,
I see blood and foul things all about my physical entity.
Too many times have I asked, "What have I done?"
Not for the one,
But for all..
Crashing and crashing...
And more bleeding and more scars to count.
I've dug myself a deep, rich hole.
A hole not of any value I can say
But a hole of vigorous anger and hate
I've already fallen a few layers too deep to crawl back out.
This hole is six feet under..
I plead for mercy and forgiveness.
I long for the wings of an angel to help me fly off my feet
Soar into the skys of redemption
However..
A part of me will always remain dead for what I've done..
Note: Horribly written, I know. I just needed to vent a little. Sorry about that
