Someone ease my pain.
It is seeping through my eyes
onto my skin.
****** wrists
and broken fists
mean nothing anymore.
Tears of a lonely buffoon
fill up all the debris in the room.
I take this as a sign
or a reaction,
maybe a reflection
of the pain I have caused.
My eyes sting,
my knuckles swell
while I sing
this song in my personal hell.
Take this as it comes
as it shall pass.
Pass
Pass
Pass
Pass
Pass it away.