Thanks for the Memories

I write
I’m bleeding
While you all live your lives
My sanity walks away

No more discussion
I’m politically incorrect
Death
Destruction
The child is finally dead

And this is what I said

No corruption
No feelings in this head
It’s no compunction
I heard it
And you read

You’ll know the time
When it’s gone to bed
I won’t warn you
There’s no preparing
For the end

No one is living
They’re just dreaming
No sense of anger
In them really
But I lie bleeding
While you’re reading

About the child
Now he’s dead

You didn’t listen
To what I said

© 2012, Mosquitobyte