My hand is stained.
I see it no matter,
I feel it regardless.
The hatred runs deep,
the violence boils beneath.
In a mask for the mass,
humour was the course.
In a platter for the rest,
a distortion was forced.
Depravity a mistake,
Society a joke,
Pain a fortune.
You've seen nothing here,
You've heard nothing.
Turn around,
away from me,
so I can be free.
"Nothing has been, Nothing is to be."
Blood dripping down my eyes,
yet another soul I spurned.
Another step you took,
away from me,
and another,
and another,
I hear you loud and clear,
I get you more than any other.
I've embraced you a million times in my mind,
this,
is you embracing me.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
My hand is stained.
I see it no matter,
I feel it regardless.
The hatred runs deep,
the violence boils beneath.
In a mask for the mass,
humour was the course.
In a platter for the rest,
a distortion was forced.
Depravity a mistake,
Society a joke,
Pain a fortune.
You've seen nothing here,
You've heard nothing.
Turn around,
away from me,
so I can be free.
"Nothing has been, Nothing is to be."
Blood dripping down my eyes,
yet another soul I spurned.
Another step you took,
away from me,
and another,
and another,
I hear you loud and clear,
I get you more than any other.
I've embraced you a million times in my mind,
this,
is you embracing me.
