.
each...
We wash our hands with
the souls of the forgotten...
Time moves forward,
There is never a reprieve...
I thought it was meant to be.
I guess some would have called it destiny...
On a lonely path one must take
Waiting for ones soul to break...
I knew we wouldn't last
No matter how hard I tried...
Injustice,
undermining my soul's ambitions...
She lights another cigarette
As the smoke fades...
as innocent lives
lay bleeding out on the ground...
I see you, mother,
dipping out from the shadows...
and...
as the night-flower of anguish...
To ask for some sympathy
I'm not a tragedy waiting for rescue...