Invisible, hanging above his head
On his own gallows, oh the ropes
of time and heartache, they spiral
twisted and splintered in a broken waltz
Don't you think you've heard enough
Scared and anxious, your ears bleed
the deep red of a young syndrome too
hard to break away even if the blade hurts
Just press down, pain versus pain, the grit and
willpower is better than any drug, you need it
No liquor will solve this problem, all the demons
crowd around her body and it consumes you
Why stoop so low, your father questions
but you close your eyes, give him peace,
Somewhere there's retribution,
vindication, but like his childhood hero
he can't feel what's in front of his eyes
Fold his hands, let him be silent
pray to the empty blackness
of a child's mistake, all his fault is
an adult sorrow, a blazing bulb
burns the hands which remove it
twisting, screaming, metal to metal, lips to lips.
-A.K.-
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