Words that have been spoken have been the spears that came back
To tear me apart as my intentions were not those perceived
Somehow those who knew me to be white never knew that I was black
And for this misery that I created I shall vanish into what never had been received
Misunderstood, propaganda released by my own lips
I’m kneeling down to my own personal dismay and beg for deliverance
From the actions that had created this tidal wave, drunken on one kiss
One taste of the poison only meant for I, and I will make it into sufferance
The instance of pressure was the instant of disaster
What have I now created upon those I had cared for
Those I had loved and come to think I would die for, faster
And faster I see the tapestry of pain and make me bitter or sore
Nothing deserved yet I deserve to be impaled
For you my dear, and I shall follow up to my consequences
To fade out, with grace, to fade out, inhaled
By my own desire that turned against me within the sentences
Allow me to believe that I could be forgiven
If not beaten down by the guilt
Nothing done for any other purpose than pleasing the surroundings
In which I had so careful incrusted myself in, built in.
Nevermore will my words hit hard upon the innocent minds
Nevermore will my thoughts corrupt, and destroy
Nevermore will I appear as the gentle kind
Nevermore, will I ever been seen within your realm…
I fade now, into my old home…back into the darkness, and solitude which I had come to find rather soothing…The only thing that scares me is myself…
With me I bring the recollection of memories, and joyful times
Auf Wiedersehen