immorality

blood runs down my finger tips

its a riminder of all that i let slip

it pours out my body

like words written beneath……

they are hear just read it, this is me, you can beleive it

raw and exposed, alone and let go

i am strong, but they are stronger

i try to hide, but im held under,

by the oppression i seek, by the oppression i need

blood runs down my finger tips,

a reminder of all things i let slip

but i let go, for the story to un fold

im okay i really am, i fake it as best i can

but its not the same as all i want to do…

because…..im alive, im surviving

a better life is where im striving,

but hold me back you will, and ill let go as well….

times are changing, lives re arranging

just make it to that silver line,

before its all but left behind, awaiting…

dis awaiting…

but waiting for as long as it will, but who really can tell?

i dont know, or i forgot

much like the key lost to the lock… because

blood runs down my finger tips,

a reminder of all things i let slip..

as i slip as well, i wonder if she new,

i loved her as well