its psycho its crazy
yet wonderful yet amazing
the look in her eyes in the light of the night
nothing but the stars were shining
nothing but souls combining
she was my moon she was my pride
they say love is what lights you up inside
enlightened i was in that divine timing
the yellow light lining
we met within lips and all that was said
was a given and a golden
hallelujah
in a midnight dream horrid it might seem
i awoke with a feeling deep within my heart
another man was on her mind. envy began the start
green as emrald but black as death
i loved her but my mind would not rest.
every word that i spit. writhing in a sweat trying to believe bullshit
i struck her and she fell a cold and broken
hallelujah
shes screaming shes crying
shes squeezing me tight she was trying.
in light of the moment she pushed.
in light of the moment she took short breaths
with all of her might God gave me a miracle that almost beated out of my chest
he was a story that hasnt been told he was something great that had me sold
God given me a love and a value worth more than glowing gold
hallelujah
unfit for a father my son told me
ive never been the hitter
but with a wife that had a litter of kids
you, you have made her life sour and bitter
she wasnt a quitter. but maybe that makes me a sinner
'dad go get her you've upset her'
before she runs out before she turns out
to have the known turn into doubt
before she holds the gun as she ponders what life is really about
before she sets her own edge youve got to plead to pledge
noone really knows what its like to live with out a light
love but the feeling isnt secured tight
father does she matter to ya?
no cause shes a cold and shes a broken hallelujah
i knew there was a God above but all he ever learned from love
was how to hit someone who out drew you
its a cry you remember at night
and its someone who took away the light
knowing it was him theres no way the anger could be held within ya
love is a cold and a broken Hallelujah
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The Land of the Lost and Inhumane
Poetryfor one ceases to believe there is a dark side. sometimes people are stuck in it. sometimes people dream of it. and sometimes they are lost in it... these are my collected poems that tell a story from a certain point of view. indulge. xx
