This may kill you
To hear me say
That you are dirty
Dirty like a killer plane
Crashes in the flames.
Dirty in the betrayal
Shore up what is left of your love
Among the muck of sick
betrothal.
You grabbed me by the hooks
And raided my pockets
It’s a hard world
To stay warm in.
If the fires are ever relit in your heart
Then may you go through the pain
of remorse
And relearn the meaning
of human.
And if the hopes are ever aroused again
May you remain isolated
Till you have the strength
To forgive yourself.
And if I’ve done you wrong
Then what have you done to me?
In pain and sorrow
All you could give is an apology.
And to give you’d have to reach me
And to reach you’d have to find me
And to find me would a job for you.
For Im living life,
And you have been dead.
And I don’t plan
on taking you back.
30th April 2010
