Killerwood

Kind of hard feeling,

like when someone complains on clothes,

or something else that is stuck in the throat

Hard and lonely,

I never understood

Come home again

Come home,

I never understood

The aching in my throat is still as hard as before

I did not know or understand

I'm older now but just as young

I'm the same person

Selfish,

The selfishness that crawls upon you when you least expect

Like a spider in your bed

That you have layed into pieces,

but still not

It doesn't die,

no it's still there