The days of neon grey continues
haunting me deep inside.
My child, now gone forever
hidden because of lies.

Screams in dark dreams seem
to come often and clear.
The abuser stands closely by
watching me covered in fear.

Taking a high road of trying to
support a colorless demon.
Whose heart was covered by
nothing but black and neon.

Signs of distress often appeared
before my very own eyes.
The heart told me to keep going
and to overlook the sea of lies.

Reality was shadowed by wanting
to make a dream come true.
The abuser wanted nothing but to
turn the sun black and neon blue.

The abuser always seem to have
a colorful secret of how to win.
Falsely forgetting that their neon lies
is how all the bad things begin.

Maybe the neon dream will have
a bright neon color of reverse.
And finally break away from the
abusive demon and its neon curse.

things are forgiven but the
scars still remain.
the damage is done and I
sometime feel insane.

my dreams are suddenly
empty craters of dark.
finding life dull and gray
without a spark.

idle moments appear that
cannot be hidden.
a good night's sleep seems
lost and forbidden.

things were done by you
that were so distasteful.
your mine always led you to
believe you were graceful.

there is no escaping the
many things I lost.
you were so determined
to be cruel at all cost.

after all these years I still
find craters so deep.
dark and dreadful dreams
of you I'll forever keep.

there's a void within
an emptiness that
I can not find.

an idled soul
that lingers
without meaning.

who am I
I don't know
who I am.

I'm here
I think
I'm numb.

no tears
no pain
just empty
inside.

shameful acts of violence committed
and there's truly something wrong.
when a child has to sit and hear words
like daddy won't be coming home.

struck down in the middle of a street
by a bullet from a gun.
racial tones widely expressed because
everybody want to be number one.

sad are the faces of family members
who has to feel the pain.
it seems it easier to take another man's
life without a moment of shame.

people has wrong buried within and
there's no doubt.
we're all dying in the middle of streets
with hatred sprawled all about.

blame is placed as to who's in the wrong
and who's in the right.
in the end it all adds up to be the same
daddy won't be home tonight.

solutions has to come about and it needs
to come really quick and fast.
we need to search for a better tomorrow
or the world just won't last.

suddenly feeling kind of broke
just another day for me to choke
can't remember where I've been
blame it on the tonic and gin.

the tidal waves splashing all about
my pocket's empty there is no doubt
asked the band for a song to sing
instead I got a bump it sure does sting.

something went wrong in the crowd
suddenly things became loud
lights began to cover my eyes
to much to drink and that's not a lie.

suddenly I'm rowdy as I can be
got a long way to go before I'm free
running fast trying to get away
trying my best to see another day.

Maggie knew everything that took place
in and out of the neighborhood.
She was always willing to talk about the
things that meant others no good.

Maggie the towns gossiper who's always
looking for a place to roam.
She could talk about the business of
everybody's except for her own.

Maggie always stood in her doorway looking
for someone she could criticize.
She criticized everybody except for the
man who's blackening her eyes.

Maggie may wake up one day and realize
that we all sometimes hurt.
She may even come to grips about her own
life and stop living in the dirt.

Maggie knows that a black cat moves about
in the darkness of the night.
Police cars parked outside her home let's
others know that something isn't right.

Out across the meadow I see that
there are no butterflies at all.
Once a thing of beauty she now hides
in dead grass that's tall.

Her wings don't spread like they once
did during days of early spring.
She's blown from place to place because
she has no strength to cling.

Colors of light blue, yellow and spots
of gold and green have all faded away.
Colors that use to brighten my dreams
seem to tarnish slowly day by day.

Flowers I've placed before her she
appears to have no interest at all.
She's not willing to be beautiful again
she just long for days of fall.