Oh those of you with a bleeding heart
How would you know what i have lost
Though i lament, i'm still incarnate
My tale of grief - still a blank slate
Your condolenses, oh, so lackadaisical
they are insatiable, infuriating me
My incadescent skin, i can't feel it now
because all i have, is in front of me:
The articulation of a holocaust
The bereavement i will always feel
Your blithe tenor can never incancerate it
The sight of the tyrannt in front of me
his covert credence so misleading
his countenance imbued with horrendous aims
his footsteps insiduous, filth dripping down his robes
laryngitis persists in me, i can speak no more
and then it blows off like cotton balls
blood spills on the floor, flesh tears up the walls
my blood seems curdled up in my veins
can't eliminate the insoluble grief that remains
emblazoned with deep red roses it is
the sight of the death bed electrocutes me
the irrevocable truth still unincontrovertible to me
lays bleeding on it, my late father's body
I return to my past, travel up the lanes
admist the abyss and negligible remains
I can still feel the love in the wind that blows
But oh, the source, is so now close
Oh, who will love me like he did before
Undisputable that is, there's anyone no more!
How would you know what i have lost
Though i lament, i'm still incarnate
My tale of grief - still a blank slate
Your condolenses, oh, so lackadaisical
they are insatiable, infuriating me
My incadescent skin, i can't feel it now
because all i have, is in front of me:
The articulation of a holocaust
The bereavement i will always feel
Your blithe tenor can never incancerate it
The sight of the tyrannt in front of me
his covert credence so misleading
his countenance imbued with horrendous aims
his footsteps insiduous, filth dripping down his robes
laryngitis persists in me, i can speak no more
and then it blows off like cotton balls
blood spills on the floor, flesh tears up the walls
my blood seems curdled up in my veins
can't eliminate the insoluble grief that remains
emblazoned with deep red roses it is
the sight of the death bed electrocutes me
the irrevocable truth still unincontrovertible to me
lays bleeding on it, my late father's body
I return to my past, travel up the lanes
admist the abyss and negligible remains
I can still feel the love in the wind that blows
But oh, the source, is so now close
Oh, who will love me like he did before
Undisputable that is, there's anyone no more!
jetta.bug
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