Broken

we had to slice up the babies

but got caught just before we got started

no one slept through the crying

haunting ghosts of our dearly departed

these broken lives, "someday" we said

but now you're gone, ashes instead

the last words we had spoken

whisper quiet through all the tall trees

and this chill makes me lonely

as I hold tight to fading memories

ashes and dirt turn into dust

all full of hurt, cobwebs and rust

and I would share with you

and this cold feeling holds me

every time that we veer down this path

and where are the stories

of all out dead friends with no epitaphs

these broken lives / I empty bled

left all alone / since you've been dead

lethargic we step, all struggle and trying

no success for the living

just drowning and dying

a loser's life to be lived all alone

a lucid dream for a sycophant drone

the hate and the pain will always survive

the self destruction from the needle and knife

you've gone your way and there's nothing to do

but take this darkness and share it with you

and I would share it with you