Black Pages

It's about someone who mentally self-mutiliates for deeds they have done, and how they've wronged people

I felt a sense of mockery in the wind

I look back at what’s been done and I cringe

I fell across the pages of my life

I felt the sorrow and apathy on my skin singe

If only I had a point from which to begin

If only the door to heaven would open and let me in

 

Eyelids heavier, struggling to stay awake

Money offers no comfort, no move to compensate

I’m running out of time

As the lights dim, I refuse to see the sign

 

Sympathy, unloaded and disjointed

I saw the love die in your eyes

I knew you were disappointed

And I only know I’d feel the same

I can’t do anything but shoulder the shame

 

I heard the echoes carry cruel whispers on the breeze

I cower and make for cover in the trees

I fell across the black chapters

All of the calamities and the disasters

If only I had a home so I could return

If only someone would teach me so I could learn

 

Bodies shivering, but the sun beats down with heat

I shift uneasily, bitterly, walking nowhere on these streets

I’m running out of time

As the stars adjust, as the planets realign

 

Sympathy, unloaded and disjointed

I saw the love die in your eyes

I knew you were disappointed

And I only know I’d feel the same

I can’t do anything but shoulder the shame

 

I sensed what was once seen has come to pass

I feel my chances slip away like sand in the hourglass

I stumbled across all of the days

All of the tricks and all of the ways

If only I had a heart I could share

If only I knew someone who even cared

 

I’m watching the skies, hoping the sun will stop and rewind

I crumble into a pathetic dust, what could I possibly find?

I’m running out of time

I watch the rivers turn to wine

 

Sympathy, unloaded and disjointed

I saw the love die in your eyes

I knew you were disappointed

And I only know I’d feel the same

I can’t do anything but shoulder the shame

The End

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