Your home

I tried to be nice
put up the with fights
but i cant stand the sound in the form of your voice
a familiar face in the world of fear

it was a long time coming
now you die
a memory
alone

you look like shit
dressing to fit
don't kill yourself
for staring eyes

if not for yourself
for me
the one with vision
sense of reality
sense of lies

pure beauty
pure pain
shotgun to the brain
hold on tight
open your eyes
look whats behind

only your shadow passes
a lonely heart watches
wishing,

your home.

©Nina Margot Cutting 5/08/2007