A shot gun
rang out and scared the birds away,
and they never came back
Blood crieth unto thee from the ground,
and the sun set faster than it rose
Bet you never saw a man scream so
horribly in your whole damn life
Nurtured the soul and then killed it
Didn’t look back but I still do
Sliced and left for dead
In the rain
In the cold
No care or second thoughts
A heart is harder to understand
than the depths of the sea,
and a wound weighs more
than a mountain
Amazing how
quickly it came,
Amazing how murder means
nothing to a sick heart
All I saw was a sudden blanket
of snow for miles
Still never made sense of it,
still never understood why
Most people don't care,
they just walk on by,
and they expect you to do the same
but there's nowhere to go
Trauma causes trauma,
and causes trauma
Hell is in the living but
this is God's will,
and your will too,
and I may never know why
But thy grace is sufficient for thee
One moment you think you’re
walking again and the next
you’re back in a sick bed
I haul the past down the
endless highway, praying for the
misery to end,
praying to be remembered
Then something unclear showed up,
just to keep me guessing
I would do it if I wasn't so scared of the after
Would rather go back to California
and live a life of vice
Time has passed,
has passed,
has passed in silence,
in circles,
in suffering,
in slowness,
and yet it still aches
It feels like you've been wandering in
the Midwest for years and years
and years,
sentenced to walk the
highways forever,
endlessly haunted by memories
Nurtured the soul and then killed it
Didn’t look back but I still do
Sliced and left for dead
In the rain
In the cold
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