I've found out why I have few friends,
why phones lay quiet in my hands...
last night i cried myself to sleep
as tears soaked my pillow top...
You can't put me on hold
While you search for your direction...
I am a child of darkness
pain resides within...
Words scatter in the night
as a simple hush of wind...
She was never one for churches;
the incense smells, clanging bells...
I can't form words,
I can't form thoughts...
I've learned...
My withered hands bare cracks
of smiles gone unnoticed, circles...
What you know of me
is a layer of paint on a canvas...
Close your eyes
Calm your breath...
Frazzled by the hurt and the pain
Sometimes I wonder who it is to blame...