Body laid heavily down
arms spread out across the ground...
She tries to hide the bruises
Imprinted on her arms...
As I lay in the hospital
So frail and defeated...
He picks up the razor.
She grabs the knife...
Six feet under
whispers flow through the dirt and roots...
On my death bed nothing to say
i want this to end i want this to all go away...
If nothing is worth it
Why carry on...
If I could turn back time
I would go back to that day...
Can I be free now?
Will you let me be free...
The man sat on his stool,
His fingers painted nimbly...
Beautiful Painting of a girl
blessed with love and grace...
Can't you see
Love is just potential hate...