why souls die.

why does the road seem so long?
there is nothing there to hide
all the while i remember all the times you’ve made me cry
now i am contemplating suicide.

sorrow oh sweet sorrow
the taste is bitter sweet
see the dying roses fall
as the pettles flow to my feet
a grace of innocence
that is what i had
until i was truely born into the human land
i was such a good girl
i never really lied
and now i lay here wondering what part of my soul died
the viod that was in me deepens
it grows i shake in fear.
i lay there in my pool of blood
i wipe away the tear
there isn’t much to hold
when the real truth is told
you said you loved me
i told you i was in love to
you hate me why? what did i do?
i remember all these things but still you hurt me
you told me all these fucking lies
and you wonder why my soul dies.
this is why your soul dies
it happens when your young
they take away your innocence
they make you so fucking numb
they tell you to play with guns
to shoot yourself in the head
this is how your souls die
when your bloods no longer red
it is black like your heart
because of the void inside
it took all your sense away it took away your pride
now you have nothing to tell me
now i have nothing to say
i lay here in my filthy grave
“shh…. its all okay”

By The Evil Cheezman

Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.