TRAPPED INSIDE
THIS CREVIS OF SELF HATE
NOTHING BUT THE MEMORY OF YOU
SO I BECOME IRATE
HOUNDS CALLING TO THE WIND
DEVILS DANCING IN THE NIGHT
SEARCHING FOR YOUR HAND
YET ONLY BLADES ARE IN MY SIGHT
I SCREAM TO END THIS NIGHT
I BLEED TO END THIS PAIN
NEEDLES IN MY ARM
SHADOWS IN MY BRAIN
REMORSE IS BUT A MEMORY
FOR SHELLS NOW LEFT UNDEAD
AND LOVE IS BUT REMORSE
FOR IT’S ETERNALLY LEFT UNSAID
I ONLY HATE MYSELF
NO ONE ELSE NOTHING MORE
UNTIL NOW IVE ONLY BLED
BUT NOW MY BLOOD SHALL POUR
BLEEDING OUT AN OCEAN
IN WICH LOVE IS CURSED TO DROWND
I DON’T BLEED FOR YOUR COMPASION
YET I BLEED FOR WHATS UNFOUND
WRITTEN BY BEAU BENNETT 11/16/ 97 DEDICATED TO M.M.
Rivers of Red
