Tuesday, October 11, 2011


She said I was a disease
Stained like church glass
My flesh tells the story
Hollow eyes shallow breath
Begging the future, begging for death
Waiting to breathe
Just another day
I am the disease
My world is broken
I cannot speak
My faith is crushed
With no relief
She doesn't even know
How her words
But I am the stain
I know that
It shows
You can see right through
All my words
You can ignore me
And you can until
This life fades away away
Because her words slay