The Darkness of your heart
Is spilling out and touching me,
It is all that I can see.
I want to help you,but I don't know how
I've never heard silence quite so loud
As I approach your house.
The lights are out
And I know you're in,
Couldn't tell where you had been.
Down to the pub to drown your sorrow,
To forget about tomorrow?
I barely know you anymore.
So I knock on your door.
There is no answer
And I find you lying on the floor,
In your living room.
Anger begins to consume
My entire body.
This time you've gone too far
It isn't who you are,
I can't believe your misery.
Self punishment is boundless to you
What happened to only a few?
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
The Darkness of your heart
Is spilling out and touching me,
It is all that I can see.
I want to help you,but I don't know how
I've never heard silence quite so loud
As I approach your house.
The lights are out
And I know you're in,
Couldn't tell where you had been.
Down to the pub to drown your sorrow,
To forget about tomorrow?
I barely know you anymore.
So I knock on your door.
There is no answer
And I find you lying on the floor,
In your living room.
Anger begins to consume
My entire body.
This time you've gone too far
It isn't who you are,
I can't believe your misery.
Self punishment is boundless to you
What happened to only a few?
It's so far untitled because I can't think of a title that will make it special, any suggestions would be wonderful.
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