Crooked and bowed like the branch of a tree
my roots are dead and I’m without leaves
bare and worthless my bark is scarred
my sap runs red and the cold is hard
I soak the poison up from the earth
my seeds have died they can not feed
my life has run it's course too soon
tortured and cut down I am on my knees
and every time I get back up you always there never going away, holding love at bay
you always have to lie, leap out and hurt me whenever the opportunity strikes you are bad,
your' a cad, you are so ****ing wrong.
And you follow from a distance bringing pain and hate, I just can't seem to contemplate
a reason for your treason or your sickening state. Reduced I am.
Withered
cracked skin
Withered
stick thin
Withered
brittle soul
Withered
so alone
so long did I stand now designated to fall
years have passed but I weathered the thrall
strong was I in a life now forgotten
now I shrivel and my soul is blackened
now I'm crushed beneath the weight of sin
I am the last of a long and noble breed
when my body falls and becomes the earth
look back on a life of thought, hopes and dreams
now you've driven me into the this suicide run, where there is no winning only losing now that
the time has come for me to decay, once young and brave now old and grey.
I sink into sleep for ever more in the hopes that I will live to be free of all the lies and
mother****ing misery that you did sow in my life. Broken I am.
Withered
cracked skin
Withered
stick thin
Withered
brittle soul
Withered
so alone
chopping me down now I can't resist
the weak must fall the strong persist
when you realise your time is done
conclude the truth about what you are
withered...