SullenSphinx

There is something That is tearing me apart And it's not the tragic story That I am about to start It's the make-believe tale That started with a bang From a 22 Calibur Used to your old, worn slang. It's the fact that you Think you're pointing it at me But you're so very wrong It's the opposite, you see. That's the problem With stupid shotguns They think they are so funny With their cheesy, daily puns. They think they are so clever With their metaphors of pain They're stupid and they know it Speaking of blood splatters and rain. What's the deal with stupid shotguns? What do they symbolize? They tear through your secre

No doubt that I have been here before From the scarlet roses to the ebony doors. I indeed have been alone before I have seen love, Rich and poor. But from single dinners and lonely nights To wedding bells and forest lights. I can go and relieve my pain And live again, away from disdain. With stale bread and warm water Happiness will forever falter, But with touching hands and long embraces There is hope for happiness and loving faces. People cry for days and days, Wishing love could never fray. People cry sweet tears of joy Never knowing one small ploy. Mothers praying for salvation From their sin. Fathers indulging deeply