White Stained

by Scott E Buttross   Jun 15, 2004


The pain you feed
It makes me bleed
All I need
You plant your seed
Come with me
I’ll let you see
Just let me be

White life
You bring with you

And I give in
Is this you

Your mind rings true
Of blind things we do
-for you

This Anger I have left for you
Sleeps

Something you knew
Something you could do
Something to blame you
White stained
Only felt her name
Did you want to do
This shames for you

Paint glued my heart
To fall apart
Left inside
Shut my eyes
Start another side
To dark
Another seasons
Embark without feelings
For those reasons to close to your treasons

White stained
Is true
This arts got nothing
For you
Stapled to tall
Stitched labels
To all
They are you.

-Scott Buttross

Copyright ©2004 Scott E Buttross

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