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Broken Lullaby
An unwilling victim of abuse
The intoxication always there for the use
A metamorphisis of your ways
The features seem the same, yet it's a different face
Constant ongoing range of emotions
The consistancy of this confusion
Hearken'd conversations of my "disrespect"
Expected footsteps drive the reason of my sweat
Perfect, seemingly, from the outside looking in
A living hell, in reality...where to begin?
A taste of grievance....a curse persay
Sickening to be living, it day by day
What was done to deserve this all?
Was I supposed to run yet instead I fall?
A woeful longing, for an eternal night
Where I'll sing myself, a broken lullaby
The object of your affection
Seems to be directed, though through persuasion
Priorities seem to lose their place
All lost inside the impluse's maze
The false assurance, of which I've endured
Is what fails to become my cure
My perspective shown in black in white terms
Adapt to situation, is all I've learned
A taste of grievance....a curse persay
Sickening to be living, it day by day
What was done to deserve this all?
Was I supposed to run yet instead I fall?
A woeful longing, for an eternal night
I assure myself with, a broken lullaby
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