I look down the barrel of an empty bottle. As I watch my heart pass by at full throttle. I hobble and grab what's left of my dignity. As I hang my head in shame of the past that lingers within me. Shattered were always the piece of what I once called a heart. Replaced by memories I now cart. I start to wonder if I am wrong, I start to think of the reasons I clung on. Like a pawn to a chess board I sacrifice what's real. Like a bait to fish when bitten I silently scream. Tears have run dry, I can no longer cry. Wondering what comes next as we did bid goodbye. Yes I am gaining back what remains of my pride. I have this shell to crawl back into to avoid my soul from dying. I'm tried of being the doormat with all the cheating and lying. Trying to cope with life is hard, especially when. You have to look at how badly you've been scared. Your heart is as cold as the winter wind, you aren't filled with grief coz she was your sin. Your remorse is the reflection you see in the mirror, one-day death shall draw near. You will then cheer and embrace it with utmost joy. You'd no longer be someone's wound up toy. You did so well for so many years to build yourself up from all the tears. The anger inside me burns with an eternal flame. How did I let someone break me again. I look now at my reflection with sheer disgust. I crave for peace as a man does a woman's body with lust. I wish for peace as I rest momentarily. I wish for tranquility never to desert me. The sound of silence is deaffing, to such an extent, I'm choking on my fear of the love I temporarily lent. Bent is my pride and broken is my soul. Torn by the world, destroyed and cold.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
