A mother and two little boys with dirty faces
She can no longer remember all of the places...
Pain fresh in rippling emerald pools of sin,
Dark bruises stain beautiful ivory skin...
Smoke clouds fill the air in here
The room is choked, with fear...
Timeless, motionless, lifeless
She lays on the shoreline...
On one day, last July
you made me cry...
Standing alone in the new dawn's mist
Remembering how we first kissed...
All the abuse that I have seen
Has left me standing in a dream...
Unsightly blemishes deep inside my soul
Nothing is really in my control...
The stench of decaying death,
Inhaled with every single breath...
Out of the mist of paranoia,
a single seed planted in a delusional mind...
The angels are here to take me home
I am tired of being alone...
Mommy and Daddy are fighting again
Their little boy, slowly dying within...