I’ll lay my self down and swallow my pride
How little they know that I want to die
Deeper and deeper they berry me still
Limply my body bends to their will
Like wax in a mold my being does shape
Wishing only to my soul does it wake
While I sit alone in the darkness of night
I think about how I’ll reach the light
In this cage I now sit as the rain starts to fall
Remembering the time you came to call
The scarlet of bloods now stains the floor
Because of the times they called me a whore
I lay my head down as I start to pray
Secretly whispering soon is my last day
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