An bag under an eye Carries more than you know Holds all the lies Sagging sorrow A bag under an eye Carries more than you know Holds all the highs Saggy Tableau
He turns his back to me, A exasperated attempt to flee, Those feelings which arose, Those feelings of a rose, Seemingly sweet aroma of scarlet, Yet one touch makes a harlot, Thorns protrude and penetrate your skin, Against good nature to your kin.
The long grey sock has ripped Dried wine on my sober lips Velvet drapes hang half drawn Tired eyes will embrace dawn This old familiar room A child must have bloomed But now the walls do fade Memories lie in their shade It was a safer place I look down with wrinkled face
It is hard to articulate The feelings that escalate, From my heart to my brain Seems to become stuck, as if in a frame Despite a ready, eager mouth hole Emotions burrow like a mole Who only knows of one thing; hide Dying with want to confide But only showing an ego's pride.