God came home to his house today and it was burned straight to the ground
And sat there and he touched that ash and didn’t make a sound
He had made a man and gave him pain so that he’d know how to feel
To feel the rip inside his chest, to find a way to kill…
To kill the thoughts of what he meant and what he never said
To watch them all just walk away to give them up for dead
And now he sits all alone with his ash blacked golden feet
And knows that he did today was nothing short of sweet
God came home to his house today and found her with man of men
He pulled a knife from a cutlery rack and stared right at their sin
It was spread across the cotton sheets a hair or two not his
And he closed his eyes and took a breathe and killed her with his kiss
To kiss a girl so pretty sweet light and feathered thin
To watch her just walk away, sun glowing on her skin
Now he sits all alone just staring at her face
Glass plastic film and wooden frame taken from its place.
God came home to his house today and first created fire
It was the only thing you see that could match his desire
He watched the flames flicker out, in and out of there
And watched the flames leap lick up and singe her crystal hair
To light a match to burn it out the one thing he loved the most
To light a match and watch her burn, and blow away the smoke
Now he sits all alone in there with his ash blacked golden feet
And he knows what he did today was nothing short of sweet.
Yes, he knows what he did today was nothing short of sweet.
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1 comments:
Okay, blogmate, where did this come from?! Seriously you must let me know!
FYI..When I can write a longer comment I will be responding much more in depth.
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