Stuck
Slithering on the ground,
Confined to Earth’s grip.

God’s hand took from me
My freedom,
my will,
my legs.

It is not my fault.
It is human curiosity,
And now I pay for it.

It is not my fault.
It was the devil inside me,
And now my children pay for it.

Salvation is not meant for serpents,
And so I am trapped.
Slinking and sneaking,
Stuck in this legless body.

Your shadow
follows
behind you like
a prisoner
of your
past.

your eyes
have become
roses that
are slowly
dying..

and all
of my words
cannot help
her in
these nights,

where she
hides behind
these empty
walls.

at first light
of marriage
she was
ready to
set the
world on
fire.

put now
her fortunes
are just
empty pockets
of fate
buried deep in
her old
favorite jeans.

too young
too stupid,

in love
or whatever
you call
it at eighteen
years of age.

and I
send her
kisses and
quiet whispers,

that at twenty-eight
she might
grow to
understand.

that at
thirty eight
my dreams
might cover
her heart
like a
blanket.

and then she
will realize
that "yes,

I loved her
too."

I hear her voice inside my head
Playing back the things she's said
I feel her beat inside my heart
She has taken up every part
I see her smile when I close my eyes
I remember and part of me dies
She doesn't love me like I do
That is a fact I know its true
But I still can't get her out of my head
It makes me wish that I was dead

You treat me like a Trash
Thought you where my Johnny Cash
Thinking that we could make a pack
But you lock me in the dark

You treat me like a toy
Thinking I'm full of joy
but you slowly ripping me apart
Breaking walls down like lego parts

You throw me in the mad
like i was just a door mat
You left me inside my head
thinking I was all dead