Absent Minded
A mother mourning her dead son(inspired by Lynne from Artistic Poets)
Artistically poetic
loved one is missed
mourning the cycle of perpetual nightmare
the rose colored glasses gone
and seeing the brutality of children
in my third eye
mangled shapes of bruises and scars
but now i go on filling books and journals of my love
and anger and hurt
selfishly so it seems
about something i can never get over
and no one can save me from the darkness
where there is no light
down this tunnel
god knows where they happened to meet
the devil possessed some other innocent soul
obsessed with drugs or booze
perhaps some rich kid hit
perhaps some innocent way to start a street war
perhaps a sexual way to get off
I'll never know
but i go on and on
]thinking about this
and every child abused and lost
crying shallow tears i wipe away before they hit the floor
praying to some sick twisted monster movie god
so now we're all licking our wounds
looking as to why the world is this way
writing another chapter
of the never ending chapter
but i will continue
to mourn every holiday and cry
and drink
and mourn
and grieve
and never learn to break these chains
i will never be okay
i will never see the light
i will never heal
i have an audience
in my head
and outside my soul
who is inspired by such a tragedy
and its me who needs psychological help
and compared to a saint
when i touch the souls of many
shocked and tormented by the loss of their lost loved ones
forced to never know
what happened
or why
every Christmas every birthday every easter every summer
i am empty I'm lost i am hopeless
i am hurting and tortured with the ghost of someone who was never caught
i don't cut myself
but if i could sacrifice everything to bring justice to this sick world
i don't drink away the pain
but have some other means to help me with my pain
and it makes me cry everyday
i do soo much for everyone and all i hear is nice one
way to go
no one ever stops to realize the nightmare i face alone
no one can relate
no matter what shoes they wear
this pain is permanent
will never erase
i cannot escape
it will not erase
i cant go back
and rewind time
to have one last hug
i cannot reason my sanity to stop
obsessing my selfish hurt
or what happened and why or how
break these chains
psychological sick twisted terroristic psychological warfare
criminal warfare of the drug lords
what are you in for
what are you hiding behind that smile
what are you hiding from, your spouse
are you guilty of something you will never speak
these paranoia i have seen in my third eye
all the pain of missing children
suicidal police officers
and psychologists
and cults of welfare bums
losing sleep
and I'm the victim of my own child psychology
deep down i cant see
I'm hurting myself
I'll never heal
I'll never be okay
I'll never stop these tears
just bottle it up
until i explode and cave in
just release it piece by piece
obsess and stay blind when i could be chose not o see
evil works in wicked ways
knows the truth of power of pain
break these chains break these chains
it will never be the same without you
i know i love you
but I'm abusing myself and trapped forever in this lonely hell without you
we'll be together again
i don't want your absence to be
a reason for the wicked to defeat me
loved one is missed
mourning the cycle of perpetual nightmare
the rose colored glasses gone
and seeing the brutality of children
in my third eye
mangled shapes of bruises and scars
but now i go on filling books and journals of my love
and anger and hurt
selfishly so it seems
about something i can never get over
and no one can save me from the darkness
where there is no light
down this tunnel
god knows where they happened to meet
the devil possessed some other innocent soul
obsessed with drugs or booze
perhaps some rich kid hit
perhaps some innocent way to start a street war
perhaps a sexual way to get off
I'll never know
but i go on and on
]thinking about this
and every child abused and lost
crying shallow tears i wipe away before they hit the floor
praying to some sick twisted monster movie god
so now we're all licking our wounds
looking as to why the world is this way
writing another chapter
of the never ending chapter
but i will continue
to mourn every holiday and cry
and drink
and mourn
and grieve
and never learn to break these chains
i will never be okay
i will never see the light
i will never heal
i have an audience
in my head
and outside my soul
who is inspired by such a tragedy
and its me who needs psychological help
and compared to a saint
when i touch the souls of many
shocked and tormented by the loss of their lost loved ones
forced to never know
what happened
or why
every Christmas every birthday every easter every summer
i am empty I'm lost i am hopeless
i am hurting and tortured with the ghost of someone who was never caught
i don't cut myself
but if i could sacrifice everything to bring justice to this sick world
i don't drink away the pain
but have some other means to help me with my pain
and it makes me cry everyday
i do soo much for everyone and all i hear is nice one
way to go
no one ever stops to realize the nightmare i face alone
no one can relate
no matter what shoes they wear
this pain is permanent
will never erase
i cannot escape
it will not erase
i cant go back
and rewind time
to have one last hug
i cannot reason my sanity to stop
obsessing my selfish hurt
or what happened and why or how
break these chains
psychological sick twisted terroristic psychological warfare
criminal warfare of the drug lords
what are you in for
what are you hiding behind that smile
what are you hiding from, your spouse
are you guilty of something you will never speak
these paranoia i have seen in my third eye
all the pain of missing children
suicidal police officers
and psychologists
and cults of welfare bums
losing sleep
and I'm the victim of my own child psychology
deep down i cant see
I'm hurting myself
I'll never heal
I'll never be okay
I'll never stop these tears
just bottle it up
until i explode and cave in
just release it piece by piece
obsess and stay blind when i could be chose not o see
evil works in wicked ways
knows the truth of power of pain
break these chains break these chains
it will never be the same without you
i know i love you
but I'm abusing myself and trapped forever in this lonely hell without you
we'll be together again
i don't want your absence to be
a reason for the wicked to defeat me
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A mother mourning her dead son(inspired by Lynne from Artistic Poets)
A mother mourning her dead son(inspired by Lynne from Artistic Poets)
