Proves the blood I didn’t need to bleed
Simple letters, complicated prose
I swear I’ll never shake this blow
Sweet syllables lite my eyes with hope
My lies have become my hanging rope
Harsh words I never thought I’d read
Though they cut, I will never plead
Where have you gone my truth?
Is there any good left in me to you
I struggle to ask and beg you why
but I cave to the answers deep inside
thoughts of triumphant change flood my mind
to show you who I really am tonite
negativity quickly stakes it’s claim
and bids I end all this pain
why do I write instead of cry?
Is this some kind of lonesome alibi
Nerves wrecked beyond my know
Memories of Kansas, the snow, the side of the road
Feels like life has me choked
Reality’s fingers wrapped around this lair’s throat
Maybe this is what it feels like to lose all hope
This may be the last thing I ever wrote.