Jan 31, 2004 14:48
words were weapons
on innocent ears
but i cannot pay
the sins of others
blame is a moveable crutch
a facet used for vengence
against the masses
these unknown faces
i cut this beautiful poetry from my heart
and nailed it to a cross you've condemned yourself to
i hear your cries through an indifferent night
selling your tribulations as redemption for your sins
sinking through life with a heavy heart
joys overseen while blinded by sorrows
if only this darkness would remove it's plague
i may remove your nails and give you peace
and i take from you these words
so that you can find a light switch
Love may again...