Saturday, January 3, 2009
Tears that flow as a river
words uttered as a glass of milk spilt
an apology frankly does nothing
life on a knife's edge as it begins to tilt
the guilt weights down as the pain begins to surface
a lasting impression cast in stone
a sword red from stoking the fire
the sword now impaling you,cutting through flesh and bone
the treasure chest, an heirloom
your hands staining the rim
pass it on without agreement nor consent
beware your mistakes have been caught on film
oh what a gaff you've made
damaging what you swore to protect
oh wat a gaff you've made
you let the world know you are nothing more than a mere insect
crushed by your own hand, now that ain't a dream
cause the pain is searing in your heart
its only a matter of time before you fall through a gaping hole
only then would you realize how you were to play your part
black&red memories.
9:10 PM