the blood stained shirt, by Eric
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"THE BLOOD STAINED SHIRT"
WHY DOES LIFE SEEM SO USELESS
MOST OF THE TIME
WHEN ALL I EVER HEAR IS PEOPLE
SCREAMING AND YELLING AT ME
WHEN I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING
IS LIFE REALLY WORTH LIVING
ALL IF THE TIME I ASK MYSELF
WITH A RAZOR IN MY HAND
CUT DEEP AND INTO THE VEINS
I TELL MYSELF
LET THE BLOOD FLOW DOWN MY
ARM AND INTO MY HAND
SO WHEN I FALL THE LAST THING
I TOUCH WILL HAVE MY MARK
A HAND ON HER CHEST
SHE NEVER WASHED THE SHIRT
THAT HAD THE BLOOD STAIN OF HER LOVER
AND THE BLOOD THAT FLOWED INTO MY
HAND TOUCHED HER SHIRT AND
SHE WORE IT TO MY FUNERAL AND THEN INTO HER TOMB |
Posted: 2006-10-28 03:59:41 UTC |
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