Shame and guilt all around.
Blood-stained wall - a tainted town.
Human relations always betrayed.
Human debts are never repaid.
Should we forgive the devil's deeds?
Should we have mercy upon his pleads?
Or should we give him a taste of his own?
Get right down to it and cut through his bone?
Each and every day we shed some blood.
The tear becomes a river becomes a flood.
The only thing we stress is the constant strife.
We never will learn the value of life.
Mournful eyes are hiding their pain.
They're looking away, try to keep sane.
Guilt drops a tear to get rid of it's fear.
But nothing can clear what's going on here.
This is a view that we never see.
We close our eyes, can't afford the fee.
Blood-stained walls all around.
Welcome to this tainted town.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-12-02 at 01:03
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