Words From The Soul

You can reach inside rip my heart out let the veins bust and bleed,
slice my eyes leave me blind to where blood is all I cry,
enter my mind turn and twist it till it splits,
slice dice rip my skin apart as you paint the floor,
break bend chip the bones till there no more;
but what hurts the most is the sore the pain
on why I had nothing to display from a frown to rain;

when something so close disappers into the shadows
so quickly after years of friendship and love,
the times when they cried upon one anothers shoulders,
to the days of the push and shove when they didnt want one another;
would leave an impact on not only the heart but the soul
leaving a cracked emotion tears something shown;

but yet you can burn me from head to toe,
slice my wrists with a rusty blade,
shred my face till all you see is a hole,
hang me till I'm stiff as a board,
cut me open rip all my insides out till im hollow;
but what hurts the most is the sore the pain
on why I had nothing to display from a frown to rain;

as a little bit of time past, it all crept up,
I looked out my windows all I saw was rain,
I looked at my heart and saw it all broken apart;
but what hurts the most is the sore the pain
of myself breaking apart as I begin to rain.

2008, 18 June
Earl Musick, J`