At a distance
They grace your sorrowful soul
Your pockets are filled with nothing but weight
A past that evolves life in your time.

teardrops trail, then drip off your chin.

Starts at the end
The end now begins.

Those tears that stained innocent cheeks
Crashed through your soul, leaving deep rooted stain
Stain that can colour
What life passe's your way.

Mind block grabs hold
as, you de...fend your soul
words that spew from your needed sealed lips
razor sharp blades, slashing under hips.

Hurt past, time, thrown to the air
your victim defends with defensive care
till your spew is acidic on
what they've done
for you!

The stain that you throw
it's your's......did you know
your victim know's nothing
as your soul is unleashed.

Your next set up dates
will never follow through
to a second night out
it
will never be New!



~Bentlee~