Purgatory .
Walking in a gray winter night
Hungary for love , desperate in my flight
My soul tattered and warn
My head hangs low.
not to see the eyes
Of others laughing at me in there cruel glow
I Failed in love and life .
Wishing for a rope to end this strife
Bitter at my self .
with her gone.
She’s with some one else.
Wishing my feeling she could feel as her own.
Finding only my self hear by the phone needing to
Conveying my feelings but her heart is long gone.
I wonder if she Evan herd a word that I had to say?
Killing me in inch day by day.
As she go’s to find another for play
did she ever care what I felt any way?
The respect I was shown in front of others that night
left cuts and welts upon me the eternal bleeding this day.
As she walked away with other for play
Was I just one more notch on her belt or just something to fill the day?
Her pleasure is to give me a verbal belt.
Keeping me holding on to see if I felt ?
will I bust ? and give up ?
just how long?
As she kisses the other and praises his song.
I’m standing in the street cold frozen to the bone
Winter in June.
Lost .
No heart to give a home
No more then trash on the streets are the words in written
Beneath my feet.
Finding my hell is in life
Making death sound so sweet
My heart is in purgatory
Lost my will .
looking throw my pockets finding a bitter jagged
Pill .
A love note miss placed to a person to who I disgust
As she bares her body to others in trust
By slb
